"I'm here to see the invalid. Looks like everyone had the same idea," he said with a grin as he stepped inside. Shuffling into the apartment and bumping the door shut behind him, he nodded in greeting towards the other two. Ari was a given, though the other man was only vaguely familiar—in hindsight, Rictor was only surprised that Aspel wasn't here.
Then he finally saw Drake, perched in the seat of honour on the sofa. Stepping over, Ric dropped a slightly-smushed cupcake on his friend's chest. "Clumsy asshole."