claire's house: leo/claire
As promised, the prodigal detective arrived. He only had a duffle bag worth of stuff and a glass tuperware of candy bacon was the only thing resembling plates not made of paper in his house. Leo was rich, like stupid rich, but he hated having stuff. As a kid, he had most of the shit he loved broken or taken from him, so it made more sense to just not have stuff at all.
His beanie was missing, that was the first thing she'd notice. It was too hot to wear it and it didn't go with shorts and a t-shirt as well as he wanted it to. Instead, his black hair was longish and messy, like a kid that usually only wears a beanie.
He knocked on the door and waited. When she answered, he started off with a: "The bacon is a little crispy and has a hint of carbon. But it's edible." He gave her the glass tupperware. "Hi, how are you how has the town been? Slayed any demons lately? I hear they are abundant."