At least she had locked it, Everett found himself reassured by that. His need to protect her (oddly magnified given the lack of actual affection between them) was quelled. But then again, she might have locked it to keep him from intruding too. Something he certainly wasn't going to focus on.

"Hello." Everett nodded, taking in the smile. Part of him believed the look on her face, but given the situation, and the look of restrained fear at the wedding, he doubted it was genuine.

Come in for a moment? And do what? Chat about the same idle nothing that would occupy their supper table. "I thought we might head down." He admitted, adding, "That is, if you are ready?" She was dressed already, but perhaps she needed more time to settle her nerves or something equally feminine that Everett would never really understand.