Once Lucas has finished lacing up his leather dress shoes, he tucks away his phone, the bag of marbles, and the keyfob. As he’s standing up he loosely loops his tie around his collar, then opens the door with one hand while grabbing his suit jacket with the other.
Barely taking one step out of the changing room, he’s briefly disoriented, and then… he is back in the room, in the middle of putting on his belt.
‘...The fuck?’
Right outside of the changing room door there is a startled gasp, followed by a muffled whimper.
‘Oh, shit, did Jon have a rollback?’
“Well shit, guess that didn’t work, huh?” Lucas finishes buckling his belt, then opens the door again to look at Jonathan, who looks a touch paler than normal.