Troy could empathize with anyone who fell into the loner category; he probably wouldn't even see his sister if she didn't work in the dojo. He just happened to like to stay close to home, and he really didn't blame people for wanting that, too. He could claim that his being tied so closely to Earth was the culprit, but really, Troy was just a homebody. But, when it'd gotten so bad that even his familiar had started to intervene--and by intervene he meant running off to tell Tessa--he knew he had a problem. But it wasn't the same as the way Lux kept to herself. It seemed to Troy that she did it for different reasons, and he wished she didn't feel as if that were necessary. He couldn't reconcile that she was the same person after her attack, but he didn't exactly see it as a bad thing. People changed, bad things happened and you either persevered or were left hanging back, unable to go with the flow of events. Survival was in his blood, so he could not fault Lux for withdrawing from people. Despite the little voice in his head that said it didn't like that she'd done that to him. Like he was somehow different from everyone else. Which, if he thought long and hard about it, it was just ridiculous.
Troy had slipped into the building after another gentleman, astounded that the other man hadn't heard his footfalls. People today were surprising in their delinquency. What if he had been a burglar? Luckily he was not, and was in no way morally capable of hurting someone else for any other reason past self defense. Finding Lux's apartment was pretty easy by now and he made his way there with a confidence he was sure would run from him the moment she opened the door. The faint smile she gave him once they were face to face was better than nothing, and his smile softened. "Hey. Yeah." Lame, Troy. Really lame. His smile turned a little self-depreciating as his free hand went up to the back of his neck, a nervous movement. "I saw them and thought maybe they'd make you smile." He held them out to her once he'd walked through the door. "So, what's on the agenda for watching? Anything that could make me laugh right now would be a blessing." There wasn't any need to say much more than that and Troy preferred to keep things light, at least if Lux wanted to. But if she wanted to talk about it, he would listen, too.
Troy stood for a moment near the threshold, awkwardly, unsure of whether or not his offer of a hug would be unwanted. His own need for a hug won out over his nerves and he opened his arms, giving Lux the option of stepping into them or not. "I'm really glad that you weren't hurt," he murmured. He'd said that before, but he felt it was worth repeating.