Considering the fact that he had just been sleeping and was more than a bit startled by the sudden knock, the Justin that answered the door looked surprisingly put-together, if a bit under dressed in his satin blue pyjama bottoms, and more than a bit confused -- a look that amplified when he took in who exactly was on his doorstep at what hour of night, pushing the door open enough for Aaron to enter and beckoning him inside.

"Aaron! Merlin, I haven't seen you in ages, why are you -- " Justin cut himself off, clapping a hand to his mouth with only a touch of natural melodrama. "Aren't you supposed to be in -- you shouldn't have come here, what the hell are you thinking?" Justin closed the door behind his mate, locking it and putting back up the meager wards that protected his flat. "Unless -- something hasn't happened, has it?" His self-righteous shock turned quickly into worry, dozens of horrific reasons for Aaron to be at his flat at well past midnight running through his head.