The elevator couldn't get up to his floor fast enough - part of him wanted to just take the stairs, but waiting there leisurely by the sliding doors gave him the appearance of someone who had nothing to lose, nothing to hide. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of making him run, look like a scared little man who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown because his mind couldn't stop analyzing the things he'd done, things he'd said, all in order to get his own way. His eyes watched the numbers light up above the elevator doors, descending from some high floor down to his own, and eventually dinged open with a heavenly sound that meant escape. The step inside was taken with a relaxed pace, and he turned, watching the doors slide closed over the image of Ariana standing just outside of her apartment door.