[The older man just huffed a long-suffering sigh, following his companion through the portal. Not even bothering with a response just yet as he pulled open the bedroom door to head inside, gaze skipping over the space. Clearly Wong had been busy before he left, the destroyed furniture replaced, even if there were still marks on the walls, burns hidden under rugs. And his own Cloak folded neatly on the dresser, abnormally still with a careful bit of stitching marking the tear that his companion had carefully mended before.
From the almost annoyed-sounding huff it was pretty plain that Stephen hadn't been in here since everything had happened.]
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From the almost annoyed-sounding huff it was pretty plain that Stephen hadn't been in here since everything had happened.]