Azrael had been working rather more hours lately, if only to give himself something else to focus on. His NYPD work was regimented, methodical, and often predictable, barring a hostage situation. It wasn't that he was avoiding Svetlana, exactly, he just...didn't really know how to proceed from here. He'd meant it when he told her this was all brand new territory for him. He wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do.
He had headed home after the end of his shift, letting himself inside and dropping onto the couch. He still managed a tired smile for Svetlana, though. "How was your day?" he asked.