Set the phone down

Setting the phone down, Ethan pulls himself to his feet. Scratching his head, he decides he needs to walk around a bit, and moves for his bathrobe. Draping it over his shoulders, he very loosely ties it, lurching around his empty house.

'His house', he notes, still having a hard time with that one. It was his, but it didn't always feel like it. He figured these sorts of things took time. Rubbing his eyes, he tries not to think about it, having some measure of success repressing it. Walking around the living room, he peeks out the front window.

The street is quiet. Truly quiet. Dark as well. The moon and stars were the main source of visibility, but some house lights were doing their part. Looking around, he notices one particular house has its porch light on: Layla's house.

Moving to another window, this one with a better view, he gets a closer look, not trying to be a nosey neighbor, but failing slightly. Somebody is sitting on Layla's porch, and while the distance makes it hard to confirm for certain, it looks like Layla alright.

{if Layla=true}She seems to be alone. Given their recent dynamic... {if Layla Dom=true}Ethan chews the corner of his mouth. He contemplates going over now, but... He sighs. Despite his desires, he doesn't think he's what she wants him to be right now. Maybe tomorrow...{endif}{endif}