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While Justin wasn't entirely sure what Zeke had said - it had been, after all, delivered at a nearly inhuman decibel (and who even knew how Zeke maintained such a loud level of excitement) - he was certain it was important. And that it had to do with his raevan. With Aadhira. He wanted to stay, to tidy things, to make sure Aadhira's new bedroom was ordered, neat, spotless (it was), but he couldn't wait. Aadhira couldn't, shouldn't wait. There was an awkward moment as Justin left his house when he realized he'd forgotten shoes, followed by a mad dash to find some shoes. It seemed as though, in his true moment of need, every last shoe Justin owned had migrated under his couch. Traitors, the lot of them. But finally, he was out - after he once again doubled back because he forgot to lock the door on his way out.

On the way over, he had to remind himself several times to breathe. Breathing was good, Justin thought; breathing was important. Breathing meant he could make it to the lab without passing out. In, out.... in, out...

By the time he arrived, Justin was very nearly back to normal levels of anxiousness - nope. Justin was wound tighter than a spring, both from nervousness and excitement. If someone had chosen that moment to toss him down some stairs, he'd do a slinky one better and bounce all the way down and back up. Even as his mind whirled, he debated for a moment trying to play the 'cool guy' and just nonchalantly walk into the lab to casually inquire after things, perhaps accompanied by a stylish head toss as he took off his sunglasses. Well, Justin wasn't even wearing sunglasses, so scratch that, but the rest of the idea... This was thwarted by the fact than as soon as he stepped inside, Justin tripped over absolutely nothing and nearly fell flat on his face. Instead, he did a distinctly un-graceful wobble-hop combo to steady himself, arms flailing. Glancing around quickly, he tried to determine if anyone saw but really, right now, he didn't care.

Hair mussed by wind, he did a weird sort of sliding run up to Zeke and barely, barely resisted the urge to grab the man by the shoulders. "Zeke-" It came out more of a croak than a name. He tried again. "Zeke, WHAT."

There were not many times in Justin's life when he felt truly weak at the knees. In fact, he could count them on one hand - on one finger (once he'd been so feverish that walking was difficult and Justin supposed that counted). But now, he could certainly up that count to two. He was kind of grateful that Zeke still had one hand on him; he could pretend it was holding his body upright.

Justin looked towards the door, then at Zeke, and then back at the door. A noise that was approximately thirty-five percent whimper and sixty-five percent air escaped him. Justin was apprehensive, more than apprehensive. "Aadhira," he whispered. "Zeke... Zeke, d-do I go back there, are you coming with, holy s**t what do I do?"But even as he spoke, Justin found his feet turning towards that glass door, found he could walk without threat of collapse. He wanted to meet Aadhira so badly...

Born an hour and a half ago... so new, Justin thought. He also wondered briefly at 'born' - did the lab create some sort of artificial womb? But he only wondered briefly, his mind immediately slipping back to Aadhira. He felt like he was gonna throw up. Wouldn't that be the best first impression? He shook the thought from his head and looked at Zeke. He allowed himself to be guided along as his stomach knotted itself into some kind of strange intestine labyrinth.

"Right now, I would follow you into the bowels of hell without noticing," he said with a weak chuckle. "I see him first? Like... like a wedding, only with about five hundred percent less marriage." Justin breathed deeply - in, out, innnnn, out, but his nerves weren't going away. There was nothing to be done but do. "Let's.... let's do this."

He was vaguely terrified.

Justin felt his heart jump into his throat as the door swung open. "O-ok," he managed to choke out, and stepped in. If he made it through this alive, he could likely do anything - bungee jumping, maybe. Skydiving. Raising a raevan.

The room was fairly standard, though it held a vaguely sterile feel about it, as though it had been used before, but measures were taken to clean it to a semblance of newness - something he had expected from a facility like the lab. Justin stumbled a little, his feet feeling clumsy, his entire being feeling clumsy. As he entered, his hip knocked into the door, nearly swinging it shut behind him. The soft click of it nearly latching almost made him jump out of his skin. He turned to stare at the door and cleared his throat before turning back around.

Aadhira was nowhere near as nervous as Justin was, and he did not show his what little nerves he had very much, simply tangling his fingers in his long hair while he waited. To put it frankly, he'd been alive for an hour and half and he was already so bored. There was nothing stimulating in this room beyond his thoughts; he had already run his hands across the smooth walls, tested them for hardness, seen his blurry reflection in the opaque shine. The raevan had been told someone was coming for him and being abandoned never crossed his mind, but it was lonely. Maybe it would be a prince, he mused, or someone soft-looking, he held no true expectations beyond someone new. (Everything was new to him, and he fixated on this word, thinking about those three letter and how such a wealth of meaning could reside in such a small word.) Aadhira wanted to see everything, to taste, to touch, to be. He wanted to share himself with others. But still, for now, he did not paint a picture of who might be coming to get him. So it was that he was not nearly so surprised as Justin when their eyes met, a glowing blue and a cool green.

"Hello." Aadhira floated over to Justin, the tassel on the end of his ribbon dangling dangerously close to the ground. Finally, something new. He reached out a hand to experimentally patted Justin's shoulder, a small smile on his face. "Hello," he said again, just in case Justin didn't hear. Maybe he was deaf. Or mute. Or both. "Who are you?"

He looked like a prince from a storybook, Justin thought, fighting to keep his mouth from popping open. How was someone like him supposed to take care of someone like that? Any way he could, he supposed. The raevan peered at him - Justin had expected less self-assurance, maybe. Finally, he swallowed thickly and brought his hand up to touch Aadhira's hair gently. "I'm Justin, and I'm here to take you home, Aadhira." Aadhira tilted his head, not away from the touch, but questioningly.

"Who is Aadhira and will I be bored there? It is nothingness here, just white and white and white and so boring." He dragged out the last syllable on a dramatic sigh and huffed. Suddenly all of Justin's tension vanished. A great laugh bubbled out of him and he gave into it, even snorting as he did so, the dimple in his cheek showing up. Justin had expected an icy prince, but Aadhira was better - he was a child, normal, perfect. And frowning.

"Why are you laughing? I did not tell a joke."

"Nothing. You are Aadhira, and I will endeavor to make it as non-boring as possible, kiddo." Justin controlled himself and, still smiling, patted Aadi on the shoulder.

"Oh," Aadhira said, and paused in thought, frown dissolving off of his face. Later, Justin would tell him the meaning of his name and, if he wanted to listen, all about how he'd come to be. "-very well, when are we going then?"

Justin startled, again (it seemed to be a running theme for the day), and turned to face Zeke. He felt bad, but he had honestly forgotten about the other man in wake of meeting Aadhira. But Zeke had been right behind him nearly the entire time - Justin was just... preoccupied. "Y-yeah, I'm fine.. Pa-"

"Fit?" Aadhira questioned, looking over Justin with a critical eye. How was someone 'fit' to drive? It was clear that Justin was not fit, in various ways, but the frei did not think that was what Zeke meant. Aadhira decided he did not care and shrugged. Justin was going to take him new places, have him see new things (and be seen - it was a shame to keep himself locked away, people should see), so Aadhira was alright with pretty much everything about Justin.

"He means emotionally fit, Aadhira." Justin raised an eyebrow. He could already tell entire 'raising' thing would take some doing. "And y-yeah, I'm fine. What paperwork?"