Samuel curled a hand around the doorframe, fingers tapping impatiently at the wood as he openly peered inside. In just two weeks the place looked long lived-in, nearly everything the man owned seeming neatly in its right place. He thought back to the barely controlled chaos his own home had been at such a point - and indeed, some time beyond it - and flashed a toothy, sharp-edged grin. "Settling in, huh?" He arched a brow, his expression one of baseless, benign teasing. "Place looks... nice."
He straightened up in the door, suddenly standing nearly a full pace within the flat. He offered neither apology nor explanation for the gesture, feeling none was required; for whatever reason it felt right, as if he belonged here as much as anywhere. The ease at which he felt in Rylee's presence - already, without a single full conversation exchanged between them - did nothing but deepen that sensation. "Samuel Wolfe. I'm right across the hall... seven oh seven." His green gaze cast about the room, looking for anything that might indicate why the newcomer's presence struck such a chord. "Figured I'd do the neighborly thing and introduce myself," he said. "Especially since I already need to borrow something. Mind if I come in?" Without waiting, he took another step into the apartment, his smile growing all the brighter.