He wasn't sure why he was doing this. It was obvious she had been upset with him earlier, and avoiding conflict was something he was really good at, but he also knew that if he didn't bring her food, she would starve. Or worse, order from downstairs. So he picked up something light - fruit, bread, cheese, some cured meat - and headed towards the Theatre District and Ari's flat.
The walk over was nice; the day had been horribly hot, but the evening had cooled off considerably. It was almost enough to lift his mood, but apprehension still wore down on him. It hadn't helped that he'd spent the entire day doing his best to avoid Aspel.
Aspel. He wasn't sure why he was so angry with her, but he was. Her flippant attitude and the way she had told him she'd just leave Ari alone had upset him deeply. He cared for Ari, and wanted what was best for her, and he'd liked Aspel. But if Aspel was willing to just throw Ari's affections away, then maybe Aspel wasn't the person he'd thought she was.
By the time he'd reached Ari's flat, he'd successfully pushed Aspel from his mind. No point in thinking about it; she'd made her decision. And if she wanted to get angry at him for offering advice when she'd asked for it, well, that was her problem.
He knocked on the door before trying the door knob, finding it unlocked, as promised. There was a trail of clothes leading to the couch, where he found Ari sprawled. "Food delivery."