Re: First-floor - American Horror Story door
He started to protest when Hannah tugged the door shut with rough insistence. John was fairly certain that with a few more moments of investigation, he would have found a way inside the hallway of wood and sorrow. He sighed when she pulled her key from the door, forgoing the investigation entirely even as Hannah ran her hands over the barrier. He watched her and a frown formed when her query continued. "I told you, he's confused." It was the only answer he had, and yet it felt too much like a criminal defense for comfort. John sighed and continued with a bit more of an explanation, "I don't understand him, Hannah. I'm unsure."
When she leaned back against the closed door, John eyed the frame with caution. Doubting that the door would collapse and draw her in, but.. wondering all the same. "It's late." Simple observations. His attention finally forced itself back onto her face instead of the doorframe. "Do you need a ride?"