He remained. Despite knowing that he shouldn't, knowing his brother's likely reaction, something kept him rooted to the spot, reeling him in. He was a man of instincts, and they reeled him back to the door one step at a time. The closer he drew the more idiotic he felt, yet he couldn't deny the pull of... something.

A few moments later, there's a knock at his door. He would check on him, he told himself. Make sure nothing was wrong then leave. If Ichiru got mad him, then it wasn't like he wasn't used to it.