Tybalt made his way to October's apartment in his own time. He very much wanted to see her, but he didn't want to look desperate. So he took a shower, changed his clothes, spent a while on his hair, and then made his way to her apartment, showing up most likely later than she expected. The thing was, he didn't want to be predictable. He was Cait Sidhe, and cats were anything but.
He knocked on her door, standing there tapping a food impatiently as he heard her inside.
He hadn't seen her in a while, in his world. He'd been letting her grieve, not wanting to intrude on that painful and private time. She certainly didn't seem like she minded now, but perhaps that was just because they were the only two from their world in this strange place.
He was still rather angry at being here, although it had mellowed into an annoyced cynicism. He'd come to understand that nobody here was responsible for his kidnapping, at least not anyone who could feel the wrath of his claws. Still, he wasn't thrilled at being kidnapped, and the tension in his shoulders betrayed that.