Joaquin startled a little as the door opened, not expecting anyone to actually be home. Or, if he was being honest with himself, he had hoped no one would actually be home. Not that he disliked Adam or anything, but being someone who didn't care too much for social interaction, anything involving the medical field tended to make him anxious. Doctors, nurses and the like were always wanting him to describe things in detail. For a painter, that should have been easy- him, especially. He loved adding tiny details, using minuscule brushes to paint the tiniest of flowers or birds, but to actually convey that same thing in speech? Impossible.
Swallowing hard, Joaquin smiled nervously at Adam as the other man opened the door, attempting to look at least reasonably calm. "Hi," he managed, relaxing slightly when he realized he wasn't unwelcome or going to get shooed away. "Well-- um-- not exactly. Um, that power outage, actually, um... I dunno, I think it's just a coincidence, but um, since that night, my hands, um, they just..." He shrugged, wringing his hands and glancing away as he stepped inside the apartment. "Hurt pretty bad. Um, it's even getting hard to paint. I haven't even really finished anything in a while. But uh- you're a, uh, a paramedic right? I know I should go see a doctor and all, but uh..."