Idris leaned the footstool against one of the lower kitchen cupboards, grabbing his water bottle off the counter. He was intending on making the appropriate goodbyes and head back upstairs to get what little rest could be salvaged, knowing that he'd probably need an expresso in the morning; he didn't usually work until closing every night, but recently he'd been having to stay later hours due to not all of the newer staff being fully reliable. Closing and the such however wasn't an issue, but when he'd been kept awake until nearly 4 A.M. and gone to bed a couple hours later than usual, it was nothing short of a double whammy.
Suffice to say that his thoughts were heavily involved with how good his pillow would feel beneath his head. When Vanessa stopped talking and moved in for the kill, her lips met his in a surprising gesture of thanks and something else. Idris was no stranger to kissing, he rather enjoyed it as did an amazing amount of the human population. Still, there was something familiar that shocked his senses from the very moment she chose to plant the almost lingering kiss upon his mouth. There was nothing excessively sensual about the action, yet it hearkened to something deep within him that had nothing to do with the very basic beginnings of desire.
It was as strange as what he'd felt upon first speaking with her at Muldoon's, that vague notion of having already known her which hadn't left him alone the entire time they were together. This was the same, only made stronger by this new form of physical contact between the two of them. Idris subtly wet his lips after she pulled back to dismiss him. He wasn't entirely sure of what to think, deciding it was best to not focus on it right now. Sleep was much more important.
He smiled at her, pausing before taking his exit.
"Fair enough. Thanks for the water. I'll see you later." With that he left her apartment, shutting the front door behind him, leaving the locking of it up to her. Idris returned to his home, grateful that he'd get some sleep which would serve two purposes: the basic fundamentals of rest and a way to clear his mind of that odd feeling he'd received when Vanessa kissed him.
Which he hadn't minded, on second thought. Hadn't minded it at all.