The pipe smoke, and then the sudden damp, cold air of the street sets him coughing again. He braces himself against the frame of the door as he tries to catch his breath, and dimly wonders if he should go back up. But all those stairs are an unpleasant prospect in this wheezy state, so he presses on.
(After all, it's Feuilly's body, but he's still Harry.)
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(After all, it's Feuilly's body, but he's still Harry.)