[His eyes shift back to the red-head, watching him pick up his welcome basket before the other looks to him to lead the way. He fidgets a little in the somewhat unnerving silence that seems to follow. He gives up on finding words and eventually just shoves his hands in his pockets to lead him to Sector 5.
He moves through the freshly cleaned streets, then winds his way into an apartment building, up some stairs to the second floor where his efficiency is. He unlocks the door and lets the other in. There isn't a whole lot to his furnishings, a unmade bed, a couch, a table, kitchen, bathroom, clothes tossed about, a device or two that's been taken apart, a radio and some trash. Very much a bachelor pad (that he made quick work of making a mess of after Acumen had it cleaned).
He closes the door once Aiden is inside and moves to kick back on the couch. He doesn't say anything, though he almost feels like he should. What could he say? The boy knew to make himself at home.]