Aleksandr watched as Sylvia's face turned and her fingers curled into her arms. He was about to say something in regards to her mood shift and how she shouldn't do that to herself, but stopped himself, "Okay," he said as she gave him a stiff nod and reached out her hands.  He scooped her up from her wheelchair.  He could feel his heart pounding in his chest--not from the weight but from sheer nervousness.  He bit his lower lip gently and made his way up the stairs.

When he got to the door of her house, he shifted his weight, turned the handle carefully, and used his body to nudge the door open.  He made a slight grunt in doing so.  It was not the easiest task, but he had managed. As he stepped inside, he slightly moved his arms to get a better grasp on Sylvia.  He looked around for a light, "Where's the light switch?" he finally asked Sylvia.  His heart was still pounding quickly, which was making him a tad more agitated.

He was starting to feel uncomfortably comfortable with her in his arms, and this bothered him. He was never too fond of his body. It never really responded well to what he [i]wanted[/i] it to do.  To make matters worse, it was responding horribly in front of a girl that he kind of liked or didn’t want to like or shouldn't like or wasn't sure if he liked or [I]whatever[/I]. He didn’t care at this point; he just wanted to find the fucking light switch. [@Arista]