No. [ His answer is sharp, quick. He can't let Mob go in first, what if something's in there? (bodies, a bloodied mess; he can't let him see that, Robby doesn't want to see that, but--) ]
Wait out here. [ He's not asking, hurrying forward before Mob might suddenly be compelled to get some speed in him and want to go in (or, you know, get the idea that he doesn't want to, and go on ahead). Breathe, he's telling himself, refusing his mind the chance to think, approaching the double doors with hands that don't want to touch the wood they're made from. He hears no chanting inside (that's good), but it doesn't make him feel any less sink to his stomach to pull on the handle and open the door with a whining creak.
He leaves it ajar, stepping in just enough to see inside from the entrance, and...there's no one there. There's nothing like he was worried about, the church basking in a wash of multicolours from the gem-stained windows, but nothing else.
Nothing except that apprehensive feeling, somewhere deeper in.
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Wait out here. [ He's not asking, hurrying forward before Mob might suddenly be compelled to get some speed in him and want to go in (or, you know, get the idea that he doesn't want to, and go on ahead). Breathe, he's telling himself, refusing his mind the chance to think, approaching the double doors with hands that don't want to touch the wood they're made from. He hears no chanting inside (that's good), but it doesn't make him feel any less sink to his stomach to pull on the handle and open the door with a whining creak.
He leaves it ajar, stepping in just enough to see inside from the entrance, and...there's no one there. There's nothing like he was worried about, the church basking in a wash of multicolours from the gem-stained windows, but nothing else.
Nothing except that apprehensive feeling, somewhere deeper in.
... will Mob want to go in? ]