[He looks around, moving slowly, the initial discomfort only intensifying the deeper the move into the house-- the line of his shoulders is tense, his breaths quiet, as if he was, perhaps unknowingly, trying to make himself disappear against the darkness of the walls. There is no danger, and yet...]
[But as he looks, there is one door that seems to call to him, a closed door at the end of a hallway; without registering it, he lets go of his twin's hand, his steps certain, unfaltering in their course as he walks to the door, his hand hovering above the handle, like he can't quite bring himself to enter the room, even when he doesn't know why.]