[Ajax isn't sure why, but now, the event that happened here at the police station feels like eons ago. Like he's aged a hundred years since they were both attacked. The Ajax and Yoimiya of two weeks ago don't feel like the same people they are now, though he doesn't bother to delve deeper into those philosophical thoughts. What matters now is the road ahead, one where he nods to her and leads her through the city back to his apartment.

They pass by the cafe they'd been at just a day prior, around the corner and back to the apartment complex where they'd gotten into his car. Instead now, he bypasses his car that's still parked underneath, coming up to an elevator at the bottom floor. Once it opens, Ajax enters alongside of her, and slumps against the back wall as if the burden of keeping up his image outside finally could be lifted from his shoulders. He's never felt so tired before, recognizing that it's stress that's getting to him, but at least for the moment the two of them will have the safety and seclusion of his apartment.]

I'll have to apologize for how it looks right now...I wasn't expecting visitors, so I didn't bother to pick up.

[He apologizes as the doors open, leading her to his door that isn't too far from the elevator. Unlocking the door, he opens it to reveal an apartment that's nearly immaculate despite what he'd said on the way up. The ocean theme to his home is obvious, with a nice view of the city out of the fairly large windows. The apartment can't be cheap, and the rest of it follows the same theme, something Ajax clearly picked out for himself.

The only mess visible is a coffee mug and a plate left out on the coffee table in front of the couch, clearly having eaten breakfast and left it there before he'd gone to the police station to meet Yoimiya. In the kitchen is the pan he'd cooked his eggs in, still waiting to be washed.]

Please, make yourself at home. Can I grab you a drink? I have a variety to choose from.