If it's any consolation, he's stayed put at the door due to his body dutifully informing him moving in any other direction too fast will result in a faceplant on the floor. Which doesn't exactly make for a good, dramatic delivery of anything but embarrassment.

"Hey, if I can get away with climbing the curtains once, I can get away with anything," he says, more lightly than he feels. All things considered. This isn't over. Not by a long shot.

But maybe now isn't the time. Maybe they do need to unwind for a little while.

Fake it until you make it is something everyone in this room is familiar with.

He just edges back into the room until there's a convenient chair in his path again. Thank you for your service, noble door frame.