A verbal contract wasn't much unless one was a man of their word. He didn't know if Amadeus was one yet but for now, he would have to accept it. There was no other choice unless he wanted to let loose on some old bastard muttering curses at the sky in a drunken stupor. No, he wanted off the fucking street before something not right happened.
He let the Elder take him... Wherever. It was implicit trust and trust that seemed to be well placed when they arrived in a safe house. The silence was deafening. The lack of breath, of heartbeat, was never more obvious save for in the quiet. There was no answer at first. Ariel just sank thick talon-like claws into--was that a sofa?--and threw it across the room with minimal effort and a guttural sound that might have been rage but was infinitely more sorrowful than it was anything else.
"No," was all he said at first, giving Amadeus a look that said he was not interested in hurting the other Kindred. It was obvious he was shaking, trying to draw himself back into his controlled space, "I shouldn't have gone. It was a mistake. Everything's so different. There's nothing there of what it was. It's like every piece of our struggle's been erased."