He steps in, closing the door behind him. There's a long moment of silence, as he notices all too well that there's no eager greeting for him this time, no arms flung around his neck. Maybe it was because something was wrong between them. Or maybe it was for some other reason; maybe because someone else got that kind of greeting now.

The silence spins out between them for a moment before he finally asks, quietly, "What's wrong? Why didn't you come back to our room last night?"