He made his way quietly down the walkway, pausing at the flowers and taking in their calming color. Blue and violet. He breathed out, then picked up his pace, half-jogging to the door and pulling it open. He could get what he needed in a moment's notice, but it required a good amount of focus and a strong voice, only one of which he could muster very easily. His palms were already starting to sweat, and by the time he stepped inside Cian's heart was beating loudly in his ears. He faltered, though, when he saw someone already at the desk, and gasped aloud when he recognized the form.

An internal panic began to rise immediately; Cian scuttled to the side of the doors, leaning against the wall and turning his back to the front desk and the man that was already there. The one he couldn't stop thinking about. The one he was so artificially enthralled with. No matter how many times he thought it, Cian couldn't call the feeling artificial. He felt it, after all, and it was so strong. Strong enough to warrant a subconscious drawing. It wasn't his feeling to have, though---it was meant for someone else and he stole it. Cian gritted his teeth, pulling his bag around to feign searching through it and hoping the other man would leave soon enough.