[Though less self-conscious than he had been the last time she'd seen him like this, he feels a bit ridiculous without his shirt and all of his jewelry still in place. Still, Aerith's lingering appraisal will find one piece that stands out from the more colorful trinkets he tends to favor— a familiar leather cord around his neck, hidden by his collar until now.]

Tomorrow?

[One corner of his mouth quirks upwards. Tomorrow is certainly promising— for both the opportunity to spend time alone together as well as the implication that he's no longer staying out of his own stubbornness alone.]

I'm in no rush. I can certainly wait until tomorrow.

[Especially considering she's doing him a favor, though he knows better than to say so aloud— neither of them likes to think of anything they want to do for the other as a favor, they've prodded at one another over it countless times by now.]

I could look in on Clover, but I'm fine right where I am. There's no hurry, I'll wait.

[The kitten's company is nice enough, but she's not who he's here for.]