[...And then he's back to walking and holding his uninjured hand up to open a portal. There's no way he's walking out in the snow without his coat on, and like this it'll be easier to go straight to his room without being noticed.
But. He stops before he walks through just so that he can look over his shoulder again. No reason, or so he thinks. Though maybe it's because he's starting to think it...could be the last time he sees you. And that's not a lie. He'll go out of his way to avoid you, talk to you, think of you. Just like it used to be.