When Domnik had walked past him, Tory remained rooted in the same spot. He licked his lips. Cracked his fingers again. Swallowed hard. Cleared his throat. Tory had no clue how to process what the hell was going on with him. He wasn't sure he even wanted to. Was there even something going on?

He looked into the now empty bathroom, at the mirror, at the shower mat then finally at the shower. He felt hot. Tory was sure it was from the steam escaping the room.

It seemed like only a few seconds later that Domnik was back and giving him a confused look. Tory quickly stepped back, finding the will to compose himself.

"Nope, see ya downstairs in a bit," was the answer Tory gave, voice clear and not failing him (thankfully). Wasting no time, he turned around and headed to the staircase determined to leave the awkward situation behind him.

The trip down didn't go as smoothly as the one earlier in the evening, unfortunately. Tory's foot slipped off a step and he lurched forward which was an experience he was familiar with. With a yelp, he frantically grabbed the rails and steadied himself. Another one averted! He let out an exasperated breath and slowly continued down to the main floor. His near accident at least gave him a reason why his heart was beating fast.

I think he's hot, Tory concluded. It made sense and really, it wasn't the end of the world for thinking one guy was attractive... right?