❰ the nurses were deeply reluctant to discharge him, as hazy as he still seemed, but alistair wasted no time in informing them that boredom isn't a particularly tolerable shade on him and that they'd be much better off cutting their losses and letting him go.

much of the route home passed in a haze. honestly, he wasn't entirely sure where he was going, just that it felt like where he was supposed to go when he was done being everywhere else.

but now he's standing in front of a cute little house with a tidy lawn, and it all comes rushing back to him. not memories, not yet (they said those should trickle back in the next couple of weeks), but feelings. this feels like home. it feels like home because it is home, but also because it's neria's home too.

neria. oh hell, he hadn't checked in with her, had he? was he supposed to? ....maybe he shouldn't try so hard to think right now.

so he doesn't think, instead crossing the distance to let himself in through the door. ❱

Anybody hooooome~? ❰ he's shutting the door behind himself, then heading over to set his container full of belongings on the near-end of the kitchen table. and contrary to the light-hearted greeting, he goes on to admit: ❱ I've apparently been in the hospital? Not sure if you knew that. Everything's a bit cloudy right now.

❰ either she's home or he's talking to an empty house and will gladly repeat himself once she gets here. ❱