It took Quinn a moment to realize Kamal hadn’t followed him in. He glanced towards the doors, then the to where the staircase was. No, he was taking the elevator.
He turned when Kamal came in, tilting his head and frowning slightly. He blinked at the question.
“Taking the elevator,” he explained as he walked over and pushed the button. He wanted to yawn again, wanted to rub at his eyes. He was having trouble keeping them open.
“I’m here, in my building,” he tried mildly, still not likely that he might be making a friend worry.