[Ah. He's getting told off, he just knows it. But at least he'll have somewhere to sleep.]
on my way
[It actually only takes him about ten minutes, with how close his apartment is (was) to the Hyatt. The taxi drops him off and he trudges to the elevator. It only occurs to him then that Arthur never gave him a room number, so he's juggling his phone trying to text him with a box and a houseplant in his arms. He looks rather pathetic, in sweats and a t-shirt and some awful loafers, smelling like smoke but no signs of injury. The elevator dings and he gets off, making a noise of distress when he drops his phone in the hall.]
no subject
on my way
[It actually only takes him about ten minutes, with how close his apartment is (was) to the Hyatt. The taxi drops him off and he trudges to the elevator. It only occurs to him then that Arthur never gave him a room number, so he's juggling his phone trying to text him with a box and a houseplant in his arms. He looks rather pathetic, in sweats and a t-shirt and some awful loafers, smelling like smoke but no signs of injury. The elevator dings and he gets off, making a noise of distress when he drops his phone in the hall.]