[Basilio had taken a step back from the door after knocking, conscious that his large frame looming in the doorway might be a sight terrifying, or at least startling, to open up to. He's still not prepared for when she opens the door, though, ears pricked as his eyes give her a once-over, lingering to that arm under her jacket, then back to her face, almost desperate in its urgency until he has visual confirmation. She looks fine, just like she said. Physically, at least.
He's not prepared for the searching look she's giving him when their eyes meet, but he refuses to give into shame and look away. He's many things, but a coward isn't one of them. He came here to face up her -- to all of it. So he stands, holding his nerve against any remaining twinges of fear, as he gives her the time to find what she's looking for.]
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He's not prepared for the searching look she's giving him when their eyes meet, but he refuses to give into shame and look away. He's many things, but a coward isn't one of them. He came here to face up her -- to all of it. So he stands, holding his nerve against any remaining twinges of fear, as he gives her the time to find what she's looking for.]