It's awkward returning to an apartment and not even knowing if you're coming back to the right place... or the right people. He's been gone for a few months; not intentionally but doing what he did one had to learn to accept sometimes people would cause trouble. Old clients would cause him problems, didn't care to listen to him when he said he was slowly getting out of the game. He stands outside the door for a while, considering just leaving again-- how could he explain what happened? How much of an idiot he'd been and everything that had happened while he was gone? Pushing a hand through those short cropped strands he grasps the at the back of his head, giving a little tug and trying to clear his head. Thoughts too jumbled, painful. He knew what Evan must have thought, him just vanishing one day after everything... It caused a throb of pain in his chest. Maybe it was better to let him think he ran off or died? He could find someone so much better for him but...

But Aden is selfish, wants to see him-- he's come to know this place as home. He's got no where else after he gave up his own place to live with Evan, and god he missed him, he really did. It takes him a few more minutes before he finally knocks and hopes that Even still even lived here.