Aidan stares after him with that same quiet intensity that had brought them into the house in silence. Some of the golden light of the morning sun is streaming down from the small window above the first landing of the stairs, painting Kai's body with all the care of an artist highlighting the graceful curves and strength of his figure.

"How patient you are," Aidan finally murmurs, following after Kai but stooping to pick up the discarded clothing as he goes because if he doesn't do something with his hands, he's going to end up just racing up the stairs to grab at Kai. "I'm surprised you didn't just drag me into the bathrooms at the bar..."