He pushed open the door. Already, he felt like he was sweating bullets, even if he wasn't actually sweating. He'd never been this nervous to talk to his sister before. It was a strange feeling. Maybe he was the one who was going to vomit?
"Hey. What are you up to in here?" He leaned against her door frame, not wanting to interrupt and sit down if she was in the middle of something important. She didn't look like she was doing anything, though.