[He reaches the kitchen and touches the knob, going still when he feels how loose it is. He goes quiet automatically, and even if the crutch is useful for balance, he lifts it into a position more fitting a sword than a stability aid, presses his back to the wall, and works his hand around the empty doorjamb until he can feel the switch on the wall and flick it open.
It's the same moment he shoulders the door in roughly, eyes darting for a few tense, sharp moments across-
-nothing. Some pots on the floor. The sink hanging at a crazy angle and the tap gone. But he's still tense enough that it still hasn't occurred to him that he's bristling and standing guard between the unknown and a vampire, like Stefan isn't vastly more qualified to deal with potential violent maniacs.
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[He reaches the kitchen and touches the knob, going still when he feels how loose it is. He goes quiet automatically, and even if the crutch is useful for balance, he lifts it into a position more fitting a sword than a stability aid, presses his back to the wall, and works his hand around the empty doorjamb until he can feel the switch on the wall and flick it open.
It's the same moment he shoulders the door in roughly, eyes darting for a few tense, sharp moments across-
-nothing. Some pots on the floor. The sink hanging at a crazy angle and the tap gone. But he's still tense enough that it still hasn't occurred to him that he's bristling and standing guard between the unknown and a vampire, like Stefan isn't vastly more qualified to deal with potential violent maniacs.
It's okay. He'll realize it in about an hour.]
It looks like we still have a sink, at least.