[ Alistair never gave back the key, but he doesn't use it; he doesn't entirely trust Zevran not to have put up additional traps since they last talked, even if they would be relatively harmless ones. He also doesn't entirely trust him not to be naked and alone. Naked is fine; not alone is also fine. Both at once--ehhhh.
So he knocks, and presses his face against the wooden door to say, ] Zeeevran. It's me.
[ Him and everything he owns. Fortunately it isn't much. Warden mail thrown on over his clothes but not buckled or fastened, because that's easier than carrying it. A bag of things. He brought a bed roll. If this turns out awkward, he's blaming Gavin. ]
action, another sometime, when they're back from all of the things
So he knocks, and presses his face against the wooden door to say, ] Zeeevran. It's me.
[ Him and everything he owns. Fortunately it isn't much. Warden mail thrown on over his clothes but not buckled or fastened, because that's easier than carrying it. A bag of things. He brought a bed roll. If this turns out awkward, he's blaming Gavin. ]