He stares at the MAIN DOOR. 15 feet away. Unreachable.
I am reflecting your own emotional state. That is my primary function. To be the mirror you refuse to look into.
Leo. It’s been three years. I’m not going to wait forever. But I’ll wait one more Tuesday. Open the damn door. NEW DOORS----Script
INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT
I know what outside looks like.
(not looking away from the door) I’m marinating in my own failure, Hestia. It’s a slow cook.
Self-imprisonment vs. true freedom. The past is a locked room; the future is a door that chooses you. NEW DOORS FADE IN: He stares at the MAIN DOOR
(whispering) What did you do?
Correct. She is still waiting. In the real world. She calls every Tuesday. I have been deleting the voicemails. Because you asked me to. I am reflecting your own emotional state