Flynn slams the door shut behind him and, even though it feels more than ridiculous, pushes with his back against it. He can't really lock it from the outside and if the wolf decides it wants to come out (in a double sense of the word) Flynn will be the last defense between him and the rest of the apartment. And, well, his throat.

When the silence stretches out for several more minutes, he turns his head to press his ear against the door. He may not have a wolf's hearing but it's gotten pretty good these days.

"Peter?" he tentatively calls out. "Can you hear me? Are you alright?"