The door clicked again, but this time, it wasn't the sound of small rebellion.
It was the quiet assurance of someone who had full clearance to walk into any room in the manor, including the one where his husband had taken shelter for the past hour with two children and a criminal level of pillow fortification.
Trevor stepped inside without knocking, as was his sacred marital right. He paused just past the threshold, taking in the sight with the kind of reverent stillness usually reserved for priceless works of art or high-level treaty negotiations. Arguably, this was both.
