At first, his steps were hurried.
He walked as though he was running—fast, and far away from the room he proceeded out of.
However, after creating some distance between himself and the door, Adonis slowed down. His legs slowly moved, as his golden hair bathed in the late evening glow.
Classes in the Academy ended pretty late; into the evening, for that matter. Thanks to escorting Rey to his room, and having the discussion he had with him, more time had passed than he initially realized.
Not only did this mean he was behind schedule in training, but it also meant he had completely disrupted his detailed plan for success.
Though, at the moment, none of that seemed to matter.
This was why he finally slowed down while walking—why he could feel each step getting heavier as he struggled to properly breathe while his racing heart nearly drove him mad.