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Not even fifteen minutes later that there was a knock on the door, Aodh's usual habit to announce himself before he was coming in.

"Did I get here fast enough?" he called out, heading straight for the living room. Aodh was actually dressed in an old shirt and a pair of comfortable looking pajama bottoms.

Why, yes, he had been in the backyard sketching in his pajamas. What about it? Nor did he really care to get properly changed.

Aodh's nose wrinkled up at the fact that Jaro was wobbly on his feet. This was a different kind of inebriated that he was not used to. His bag was pulled gently over his shoulder and dropped to the floor gently.

"Driving here?" he answered with a shake of his head. Aodh came over to make sure Jaro was steady on his feet, not going to topple over. Except that lead to really noticing the other man's appearance. Give him strength. "Did you go to a party or something?"

What kind of liquor was that anyway?

"You can but usually party at home mears more flowy fabrics," Aodh replied immediately, catching sight of the table before he ended up with both arms going around Jaro.

"You are the party, I'm sure." The blonde looked a little amused, not quite sure he had ever seen Jaro this level of drunk. "... and probably almost over too."

Aodh's stomach twisted, blushing because of the cheek rub and that smile and those eyes-

Jaro was particularly close and particularly dressed and particularly a thing he liked.

"I've been here almost every day since last month, Jaro ..." Since Blackfriars, since shapeshifters were real. He was making an attempt to straighten the man up some. Get him to the couch. "Not even working, just hanging out. Think you've been getting plenty Aodh supervision."

There was likely those that would argue that Jaro did not smell nice. Likewise that the scrapyard had a particular smell to it that did not settle well. Aodh liked both, it was kind of ridiculous.

The fingers brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck made goosebumps raise on his skin, made the blush that much worse. It was weird to simultaneously be pleased to be a favorite but annoyed at the same time.

Aodh was no fool, he knew how Jaro saw the world. His and not his. Some part of him wondered when had he crossed into something worth being-

"I'm sure I am," he replied, shifting and finally managing to get an arm around Jaro and holding onto him. "... but you can't keep me around all the time, Jaro. Did you forget? I'm pretty boring." Definitely trying to move him to the couch or something.