[He's glad that Aether doesn't seem to resist, pulling him through the city streets towards his own apartment. It's not terribly far from the boba shop, and it was a little bit of a challenge to keep Aether out of the sight of prying eyes of people they passed. He thinks they've managed to avoid that small catastrophe, as Thoma jambs his keys into the lock, turning it to grab Aether and pull him inside.
The door is shut behind, locked, and it's now that Thoma allows himself a moment to breathe.]
Aether, I don't know what's going on, but let's go get you cleaned up. You look horrible.
[First things first. Do that, get him some fresh clothes, and then they can talk about it. If Aether will even talk at all.]
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The door is shut behind, locked, and it's now that Thoma allows himself a moment to breathe.]
Aether, I don't know what's going on, but let's go get you cleaned up. You look horrible.
[First things first. Do that, get him some fresh clothes, and then they can talk about it. If Aether will even talk at all.]