[Quiet is never good. Noise can be good or bad, of course, and the low pulsing quiet of a full house can be completely acceptable--the constant little shuffle of bodies moving here and there, the reassurance of breathing coming from behind every door.
Actual quiet, though, makes his skin crawl. Actual quiet, the sort that's only broken with furtive movements and dampened conversations he can't quite hear, drives him up the wall.
It has James pausing unhappily for a moment on the other side of the door, trying to feel the heartbeats he knows ought to be here through sheer force of will. It doesn't quite work. Still, it has his heart slightly steady as he lets himself in properly.
Which is good, because a steady heart is clearly needed.]
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Actual quiet, though, makes his skin crawl. Actual quiet, the sort that's only broken with furtive movements and dampened conversations he can't quite hear, drives him up the wall.
It has James pausing unhappily for a moment on the other side of the door, trying to feel the heartbeats he knows ought to be here through sheer force of will. It doesn't quite work. Still, it has his heart slightly steady as he lets himself in properly.
Which is good, because a steady heart is clearly needed.]
--what happened?