At least Bilton was laughing it off. As much as Alfred didn't care to be laughed at, he recognized it would have been far more awkward if the other man had just stared or gotten flustered by the sight of Alfred half-dressed. He didn't join in the laughter, but shook his head to clear it. He didn't want to stay where he was, wedged between the fallen door and the bathtub, so he surveyed the bathroom floor and found a space he could pick his way across to the hallway. As unusable as the bathroom had been before, without a functioning door, it was going to be even worse now. Unless they hung up a curtain, or something, it was out of commission for good. The curtain wasn't really even a good solution to the problem, though, because it would still involve the flatmates being able to hear each other in the loo, which wasn't ideal.

"Any idea what started this?" Alfred asked as he reached the hallway, glancing back at the fallen door. "I don't even remember when things started acting up. This is certainly the first time the flat's gotten violent, though," he remarked, nudging the door with his toe. It could have left some serious bruises, had he not jumped back out of the way. What was next, flying flatware? Books hurled across the room? Or maybe just more windows being left open in the snow or freezing rain of London?