Rowan waited anxiously for his friend to arrive, biting at his nails in a fashion that he'd never done before, this mortal world worrying him to self-damage. The longer Innocencio took the more Rowan worried that something had happened to him between his flat and Rowan's and that caused a feedback of guilt that left him curled up under the two blankets on his bed, knees drawn up tight as he whimpered to himself.
He'd stumbled home after the encounter with Ethan, locking the door behind him as he'd arrived and then curling up under his covers where he'd been for most of the time. He'd called in sick to work and for the first time in ever really he'd felt the kind of special anxiety that came from fearing everything about the world outside your door. He startled when the knock came, approaching uncertainly when he heard and recognised his friend and not knowing enough to check through the peephole before he opened the door.
It swung back a little to let an eye peek out, but on seeing that his friend was laden with bags he opened the door fully and reached to help him; he wasn't so far gone that he'd let a friend struggle. "Incy, you could have taken these home first, I was worried about you, are you okay?" he babbled as he usually did, not realising that the groceries were for him and worried that he'd called Incy away from some shopping trip.