Terence's night had been absolutely terrible. He and Daphne had fought worse than they ever had before, and now Astoria knew that Terence was keeping secrets from her. For the moment, Terence didn't care about Daphne, especially after she'd pushed the issue of Hestia. Terence didn't even know why he'd tried to defend her-- he was certainly still angry with her, too. But the guilt of keeping Astoria in the dark was absolutely terrible.
The frustration of the argument with his cousins had left terence completely restless and unable to sleep even though he was totally exhausted. So, Terence had paced around his flat for a bit, then he'd made himself a mug of warm chocolate to try to put him to sleep. It helped, Terence just ended up dozing on his couch for a bit.
"What?" Terence asked, groggy with sleep. He recognized Astoria's voice in his apartment, but he didn't know why she'd be coming around now, especially if she was still upset with him for keeping secrets. He sat up straighter, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before he looked at Astoria. She looked horrible, and Terence was concerned. "No, stay please. What happened?" he asked again, quickly checking to make sure that his sweatpants and t-shirt weren't inappropriately askew.