*with his arms folded and every muscle in his body tight and rigid, steps inside as soon as you open your(/Ecthelion's) door*
*closes the door behind him and looks at you, with something both fearsome and heartbroken in his eyes* What do you know? (*and what you can't know, especially if you are not his, is how much effort and how much pain it is taking to ask this question of you, with his husband's body and his husband's eyes*)