*heard the knock at the door and heard you answer the knock at the door, but it doesn't really occur to him that you've answered until he hears Nico's poorly veiled exclamation* Shit—
*drops what he's doing (looking under the bed for your jeans) and sprints to the front door, squeezing himself in front of you (no small feat) and stepping on your foot (please just go back inside please)*
*runs a hand through still-damp hair and pastes on an ultra-fake smile* Nico. Morning. *cough* What can I do for you?