Despite the fact that said door had a noticeable squeak, Ezra all the still seemed surprised to hear his name called. During a moment of clarity, he'd realized Rudra just walked around him without announcing himself. In many ways a barely housebroken ex-cat was his perfect roommate and confidante. This moment had immediately followed the most horrifying realization of just in how many ways Rudra had seen him while he was a cat.
"Oh, uh, Davia? Please, come in." One, he clearly barely remembered her name. Two, she was already inside, which he seemed, again, surprised about. His reading glasses, a simple gold frame with small lenses were slightly bent in the middle making the tiniest steeple. He'd have it fixed or get a new pair when he noticed. That could be a while; he had a habit of taking off his glasses to check himself in the mirror. it was mostly for reading to ensure the words on the page didn't shift subtly while he was reading them.
"You can, just, um..." He made some small motions of clearing away the hordes of papers and folders and things cluttering each of the chairs in front of his desk. Things just seemed to move around on him. Whether he forgot or it was Rudra hardly mattered. If anything, he was bound to give things more order and sense out of possessing simple logic.
"How are you?" He asked sincerely. Even though he was looking at her, she was going to have to sell it to him. Ezra read people close to him with occassionally stunning alacrity. Facts, feelings, and thoughts just bled into him without his trying it seemed. Although he knew his friends very well, he was sometimes unsure whether events in their lives were their dreams, their past, or their possible future.