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Aodh released his hold on his side after he used his left arm to open the door. He was definitely being mindful of the stitches. "I think I saw the woman. She was the one on the bullhorn, right? They were doing something to someone." Make-up or something. Who knew.

He nudged the door shut and looked over Jaro's direction. "... it was, wasn't it?" Aodhan blinked a couple times before he was smoothing a hand along the side of his face. "I don't even- What if this is an every month thing? Should we be worried?" His attention flicked from Jaro to the dive restaurant that he had been brought to.

Jaro had influenced Aodh somewhat and, not unlike the other man, ended up lounging somewhat as well. Just because he could and because he did not have to be scrunched up anymore. At least he actually had grown finally.

Even if he still thought short and scrawny sometimes.

"I guess that's all we can do." A menu was dragged across the table to look at. "Were-things," he muttered, "I don't even know how to feel about it besides hurt." Hurt for obvious reasons.

"Orange juice and water," Aodh replied, shaking his head a little at Jaro. Those smiles and all that charm. Really, he was terrible.

He wasn't really looking over the menu, it was more habit than anything else, and it was closed when Jaro mentioned ordering. "Yeah, I just want the biscuits and gravy special you have?" It was on the menu, he saw it. Biscuits, gravy, sausage, he would be set and die under all the greasy goodness.

Aodh just gave Jaro an amused roll of his eyes. Bloody was normal with the other man. He really was a dragon.

"You know I'm saving room for the greasy death that's coming my way, right?" He was amused but he reached out to try one of the onion rings and the sauce. The wink had the usual effect of making him pink for no reason.

They were good and he was leaning forward slightly to get a second when he noticed a shadow and it was the same young man from Blackfriars.

"Aodh?!" Gray eyes turned to find the fashionable college student that he had tried to avoid at the Job Fair. "You got hurt?"

By the time Jaro would be walking back, Aodhan had a pained look on his face as he was trying to take his phone back from the other young man. Reaching was a bad, bad idea.

"Can I have that back please?" Aodh was holding his arm around his side now, not even focused on Jaro at the moment because he just wanted his phone back.

"Just a moment." Fingers were tapping at Aodh's phone. "There. Now you can text me later." The phone was slid back. "You can't lose my number this time, Aodhan." Didn't even say Aodhan's name the right way. It came out Odin. He flashed Aodh what was supposed to be a charming smile but got a small nod in return.

"No, I guess not, Rich. Thanks for checking on me." ... and making me pull on my stitches went unsaid but Aodhan just wanted him gone. His eyes glanced back towards Jaro who had a look on his face he couldn't really read.

Rich looked like he was about to say something else but his to-go order was called. "Anytime." The other young man even had the gall to wink at Aodh (who did not turn pink at all) and gave Jaro a brief nod of acknowledgement. "I'll talk to you later, alright?"

With that he was leaving and Aodh's shoulders slumped a little, his arm still holding around his side.

Aodh was leaning against the wall of the booth, waiting for the pain to pass. His stomach rolled; nausea hitting him hard.

"Lives down the street from me," he replied, reaching for his glass of water. Jaro's expression was- Aodh had no idea what it was. "Has a twin sister. I, uh ..." There was a sigh. "First and last girl I tried dating. Don't know what his deal is, he never paid attention to me before I got back and I don't even like him."

The water did not really help.

"Just pulled at my stitches." Aodh gave Jaro a weak smile, glass of water set down. It was probably time to take something for pain but he was not really comfortable with taking pain medication at all.

With the food there, the smells made his stomach roll a bit more. At least the idea of it still seemed like a good idea. His phone was flipped over and ignored in favor of pulling the plate closer.

"That's what I think," he agreed.

Aodh had a particularly telling shifty-eyed look when Jaro mentioned the pain pills. Which then lead to him trying to hide it behind a sip of orange juice. Not answering.

He was entirely too used to Jaro trying out his food. Waiting for that mmm of approval - as that was what he took it for - he was then taking his own bite. The food would probably help and he needed to eat something if he was going to take something.

"I go back in a week to have them looked at. Could be two weeks or longer if I don't take it easy." At the sight of bloody Jaro, Aodh was throwing a napkin at his face.