Sure, when it's autumn, wind always wants to creep up and haunt you...

[equal_shots]

Most nights lately Kid has only just made it in before lockdown. Tonight isn't an exception, rushing in with an empty pack and gasping for air. He slams the door behind him, collapsing against it and sliding to the floor; the locks click not a full minute after.

He stays on the floor, unable or unwilling--or maybe most accurately both--to move from his spot.

As far as noticing anyone else in the building...Kid is a little busy.