[After waking up, Leo had thrown the Dreamberry across the room, covered his ears and curled up on the bed with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, shaking.

He feels far from recovered when he hears the knock, and he wants nothing but reject who it is or just not say a thing, but... He has a hunch who it is, and so he raises his head and calls, even if he still wants to reject:]

What?

[Because if it's who it is...

It's the only one he could consider letting in now, despite everything. And if he doesn't answer, well... If it's Elliot, he would just come in anyway, so it doesn't matter.]