Chapter 437: Through The Looking Glass

The bathroom had already been occupied by the time we got there, so for a good solid minute, we were just shuffling awkwardly outside in the narrow corridor 'cause I refused to look for another one. This soul-sucker had already put me into enough distress walking into random compartments, going, "Toilet?".

Then that awkwardness made a great resurgence when the guy inside finally opened the door only for Harry to immediately impel him back in by charging straight forward without giving the poor bastard right of way first, then reaching a peak, when the guy made eye contact with me as he befuddling squeezed his way out, no doubt asking why two grown men just entered the stall together.

"Make it quick, and that's not a request," I said, snapping the lock shut, and turning my eyes immediately to the country view outside the window for some stress relief.