[His eyes widen briefly at the fling before he manages to adjust his position to more or less catch her. He still lets out a soft "oof!" sound as she, um, impacts him, and then he lets his arm fall around her shoulders. He lets the door swing shut again behind her, and takes in the tousled hair, the little scrape. Half-consciously, he tries to reduce the wildness of the hair with a brief stroke of his hand. Quietly, he says:]
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Of course. I should've known.