At Nikolai's sudden closeness, Ferran stepped back, frozen for a moment that seemed longer than it actually was. His mind ran away with him again, sequences of what he wished he could do to his friend snapped through his mind. He recovered, making it seem as though he was going to the door. It's far more exciting than you, he teased back, a light smile playing at his lips. At least paperwork wouldn't fill him with the tension Nikolai did.
Once at the door, Ferran reached for the knob and saw the paint on his hand, then turned to Nikolai. You should take a picture. It'd be a shame for all this to be gone... His thoughts trailed as he looked at his friend, worrying at his lip before releasing it, unsure what possessed him to make such a suggestion.