Being urged to enter the flat first, James felt deeply awkward. Even though the flat was immaculately tidied, it took no effort to notice that the current tenants were still very much<span style="font-style: italic">there</span>. There was a slight putter about behind closed doors as James stepped further inside to allow the realtor and the accountant to follow, and James couldn't help but to feel like he was intruding.<br/>"Hullo," the realtor called, cheerily, into the void. "Just letting ourselves in, we'll just be having a look around."<br/>The realtor spoke in such polar opposites than what James himself was thinking that he immediately turned towards the realtor.<br/>"I'd love to get to speak to some of the tenants, actually. If you don't mind," he asked, preemptively. The thought of having top forcibly open the door on some poor lad hiding in his bedroom just so that James could scrutinize the layout was absolutely mortifying to him. "Maybe they could join us for the walk through."<br/>Clearly not having made any prior arrangements for that to happen, only barely having spoken with the tenant whose name was on the lease, the realtor fumbled. "Certainly. Let me go knock on some doors."<br/>"You really don't have to do that -" James interjected, horrified by the approach.<br/>"We can - Hello," he cut himself off, calling into the hallway. "I'm James, I'm here to look at the flat."