[closed | later on]
[Having retrieved the letters from the mailbox, Lockon manages his way inside well enough, dropping them on the dining room table.
First things first, he looked upstairs and saw no lights, nor did he hear anything.
Good, if she was asleep, that would make this easier. Honestly, despite what Conrad said, he wasn't in the mood to do anything other than be home alone with his thoughts.
As he pushed the kitchen door open, he actually thought that maybe he should have gone to his own place for the night. It might have been less embarrassing, should be be discovered.]