Her body

“Layla, what's going on with you…” he thinks of a tasteful way to phrase it. “Body”?”

A shuffling sound comes from the other side of the door, then a voice. “I-I can explain… but” Ethan hears her slide against the door, sitting against it. “It’s not what you think.”

Ethan doesn't really know what to think.

“Ethan, can you-” she sighs, suddenly sounding exhausted. “Thank you, Ethan. Really, but… would you please leave? I can explain… me, later. I promise.”

Sighing, Ethan takes a step away from the door. “Okay, I’m leaving now…”

No response.

Glancing back over his shoulder, Ethan does as she asks and walks away, but only after taking a moment to close all the windows first.