Much was in a funny mood; he'd had a weird week. It kind of felt like the hangover from whatever he'd had at the party (he remembered the purple eyed God, eventually, and the cocktail, and the kiss) was hanging on for longer than it should, if not as a headache but as a faint sense of unease.
Then he'd done something that may or may not end up being stupid, and applied for a job at the Diogenes club. Much liked to think it was actually a genius move but this week's mood had him doubting himself.
Or maybe it was because Tuck had freaked out, completely out of the blue.
Much was trying to roll with everything and figure it out as it came, anyway. Hermes hadn't shown up on his doorstep demanding his bottle back, so that, at least, Much figured he could forget about.
Then, finally, he had Leila on his mind. Specifically, he was antsy to find out what had been going through her head at the party, and secondly, she'd called him Romeo and it just... Really hooked him.
So he had bought flowers, this time, and had spent a while discussing Alan's love life with the florist because of course all the local florists knew Alan. He'd gone with an orange themed bunch, cos he liked the look of it and didn't know how else to pick flowers, and with it in his hands he knocked on the door, and waited.
He gave it a minute before trying the handle, finding it unlocked and pushing it open. It seemed a bit weird, but he wasn't sure why. "Leila?" He called, closing the door behind him. "Y'here?"