He was running just a bit late, but he did text Hannah when he had a moment. He wasn't willing to leave when he had someone he had been working on, even if the shift did end. He followed up and assured himself everything was fine, and he took a few minutes to shower off in the showers the hospital provided just because he often felt dirty after a long shift.
His almost too long hair was still a bit damp, leaving him a bit chilly in the evening breeze, as he apparated to Hannah's flat. He was in a sweater he'd taken off at the hospital early this morning to ward off the chill when he'd headed in, though, and his favorite coat. He knocked lightly on the door, trying not to retreat within himself with nerves.
They'd parted well. He knew they had. It had been awkward, but sweet, even i they definitely hadn't talked about any of it. But he wondered if tonight was going to be the brush off of it was nice, but I really don't think of you this way, or something along those lines. He really wouldn't blame her if that was how she saw him, if that night had just been... all the events and (hopefully not the drugs) emotions from that.
His smile of greeting was a bit crooked, but it was genuine.