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He uses the key to get him inside the house; it looks like his sister and her beau aren't back from the nightly grind yet, but the evening's proceedings have put things into a weird perspective.
After he parts ways with Aria back in town proper, things are righting themselves in his bones and muscles, undeath making sure he stays undead. Slumping into a chair, he finds himself wishing he needed air, if only because he could use a big, deep sigh right now. He could go back to his place, sleep it off for the next two days, but he needs to talk with Lara about things - about futures and stupid shit like that.
He avoids this place for the most part - seeks Lara out elsewhere - because he's not quite ready to forgive the people his sister seems so ready to dole out forgiveness to.
But tonight has put some perspective back in; Reardon being so willing to send their own against eachother with such dire retribution, it makes it clear to him that they are pieces on a board.
Bruises still fading after his tussle with the thieves tonight, he rubs at the bridge of his nose and texts her so she won't be surprised when he's here. Then the trance-like state of a vampire's form of sleep grabs him up, and he's not so sure how long it's been between then and when he becomes aware of somebody else's arrival.