He lingered in the hallway for a moment, Bran flapping at his shoulder as he leaned hard against the door. Eric hated being the third wheel. No matter how close he was to Lee, it was never enough. Never enough for her. Honestly, Eric could never tell her how he felt for her. How he ached. She always would belong to Peter, his rival. He would never hold the same place in her heart.
Defeated, Eric breathed without needing to.
He turned, finally pushing from the door, making his way down the hallway. A few steps and be approached the door tonthe lobby and moved out into the familiar space.
Eric heard her voice and turned, expecting to see the brunette and instead saw the shock of orange from before. He stopped, and finally turned to look at her, curious. "Leeloo?"