As stubborn as Tony was in those last few desperate feet, pulsing Cayde with electricity that went rushing to the ends of his glowing filaments with every poke, and grappling wherever Tony could grab, he wasn't about to risk his face by trying to crush through the door. Finally, he flung his arms back to try to slow his momentum as Cayde went crashing inside, his final laugh an unsure giggle as Cayde bounced. When he did appear in the window, it was at a regally slow drift, one hand sweeping through his hair and the other out to brace coolly on the frame, eyebrow raised like he meant to show up fashionably late and impeccable this whole time.