The bird stretched itself accordingly, leaning in to Leeloo's fingers. It cooed, a sound reserved for only things it truly found comforting and a sound it had never made before. Until now. And upon being invited, Bran hopped into the apartment, settling on the sill.
Bran offered Peter a heated caw of disdain and ruffled his feathers for being interrupted.
Eric nodded at Lee, understanding by the splay of her fingers that she was offering an invitation as well as a number. The number five into door.
Before he moved, Eric watched Peter curl himself around Leeloo, watching as if it were simply a program on the television instead of real-life occurrence. But then he found his strength and he turned from the window. Finding the door wasn't difficult, the number five seeming to gleam at him. He didn't bither to knock, having an invitation, and opened the door easily.
It shut behind him and he leaned back against the door, giving the two of them space. For some reason, his mind was rolling back to that night in the hospital, after the house had fallen on Lee.