[David has nothing as sturdy as a guitar strap to keep him in check, and his hand stutters in Blaine's direction before pulling back, thumb hooked into his pocket.]

I'm...real, yes.

[So much he wants to ask, so many worries he already has, just based on what Blaine has said so far. But not in the hallway.]

I'm sorry. Come in. Please? [As though he's also worried Blaine will just bolt. Or disappear entirely. He steps back to let Blaine inside.]