God I’m sorry I can’t get over the mental image of helen leaving the door just a tiny bit open for him whenever she leaves. She knows he’s so dreadfully curious. She knows he wants it, in a way he can’t understand. She knows how he watches the door idly. So curious. So afraid. So entranced. She knows how the spiral sings to him. Just that quiet nudge. Not quite telling him to join her, but pushing him towards it. Her watching as jons hand hovers over the knob just before pulling back, over and over again. Hgnfhghnfnfb