Who: Gael and Toby What: A helping hand from an unexpected place Where: Doorstep of Hamartia When: After this Warnings: Mostly just language...nothing that's really unexpected.
After the damned mark ran off, Gael took a few moments to compose himself before stumbling off in the direction of home. The graze he'd gotten at the beginning of the altercation (which, as was the case with these things, in all likelihood looked significantly worse than it actually was) was starting to sting now as the adrenaline began to wear off, and as it faded a whole variety of aches and pains began settling into their protests, some of which belonged to injuries he hadn't even realized he'd received until just now. Yeah, he'd definitely be out for a few days. Damn.
It took excruciatingly long to get back, even with the help of public transit, and by the time he got to the front door of the building he was half convinced he'd drop from exhaustion right then and there. That weird trick he'd picked up since he got here came in handy, but hell if it didn't kick like a mule once it worse off. He fumbled with his keys a few times, responses sluggish, becoming increasingly frustrated with himself the longer he went without getting the door open. He muttered a few choice words at the door, as if it would somehow do some sort of magic and open out of fear, and tried again, jamming the key into the lock as if it were personally responsible for the clusterfuck that had been his afternoon.