He can't see, no—and anyway, he doesn't try to look. While his eyes do follow the other man's departure, Erik himself remains there in the hall, barefoot, arms folded. His gaze soon softens to the middle distance.

Presently, he turns back toward the doorway behind him, steps toward it, and... no, you know what, Erik stops there, and leans with his shoulder blades on either side of the frame.

"What did he tell you?"