[ Walks past -- Lelouch would have flounced -- still holding his posture absolutely rigid, and lets himself into the bedroom.
He locks the door out of habit, though perhaps another attempt to shield himself from her scrutiny. He places the small bag on the bed, and just stands in the center of the room -- masked, cloaked, locked in -- for a long, long time.
Eventually he strips down, shedding the costume until it's all on the floor around his feet, and he rubs at his eyes. ]
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He locks the door out of habit, though perhaps another attempt to shield himself from her scrutiny. He places the small bag on the bed, and just stands in the center of the room -- masked, cloaked, locked in -- for a long, long time.
Eventually he strips down, shedding the costume until it's all on the floor around his feet, and he rubs at his eyes. ]
They're alive.