He took it with a wry smile, hands brushing against hers a bit longer than he intended. It slipped back in his pocket and he nodded. "Me too," he said again, unsure of what else to say. Her slipping inside only made him feel slightly relieved and he headed towards the stairs.
At his own speed and thoughts, he made it to his room in ten minutes. The door was shut softly and he took the pencil from his pocket. On Katya's sticky note for 207 he wrote carefully trustworthy and then after a series of dots he wrote friend? before scratching it out. Mouth twisted wryly, he copied her phone number and circled it. With a final nod, he headed to his computer. He did have one more person to report to before calling it a night.