[ He glances behind him on instinct, his gaze sweeping the hallway -- empty, near-lightless -- before he steps in after her, shutting the door behind him. (He'd felt, in hugging her, the absence of temperature or warmth. He wonders if she feels similar to how he did over the weekend. He'd been steeped in power, but with an unease rising from the silence at his own core. That absence of pulse inside him was so disquieting, yet he'd felt, somehow, so light. Free.) ]

[ Inside the apartment, Hei doesn't sit, but ends up leaning against the wall, arms crossed. It doesn't show, but he's buzzing with a strange sense of... something. Anxiety? His gaze drops, not to Yin's face but to the floor. ]

I wasn't sure you'd want to see me. I thought you might be ... [ A pause, an exhale. ] Afraid. I was cursed [ She knows that, idiot. Otherwise she wouldn't let you in here. ] But that doesn't mean I'm not sorry for what happened. [ As sorry as he's capable of being, anyway. ]