[What is with these hard-to-open doors? He can only guess that his difficulty is a combination of cold fingers and cold lock mechanisms, and he grunts as he finally gets the door open. The wind that accompanies the strengthening snowstorm blows the door open further, and Albert heads inside as quickly as he can so he can shut the door behind him.
It's already bad enough he's showing up this late and tracking in snow. He doesn't need to let all of the warm--and sugary-smelling?--air escape the house, too.
Albert takes a moment to lean against the door wearily, ignoring how the snow on his hair and shoulders slides all over the door and frame.]
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It's already bad enough he's showing up this late and tracking in snow. He doesn't need to let all of the warm--and sugary-smelling?--air escape the house, too.
Albert takes a moment to lean against the door wearily, ignoring how the snow on his hair and shoulders slides all over the door and frame.]