"I didn't want to presume I could waltz into your personal space," Devin responded, crossing the threshold and closing the door most of the way. "You already have roommates who do that."

As did he, although he tried not to be around them when he didn't have to. Devin lingered by the door for another moment or two before crossing the space. She didn't seem overly displeased with him, for which he was thankful.

"I hope the intent makes up for the lack of artistry," he added, a bit more wryly as he holds out the knot for her. It wasn't poorly-made by any stretch, but crafts weren't really his thing.