The messy apartment was surprisingly familiar to Rat; his own was just as bad with books strewn willy nilly, picked up and dropped as he felt like reading them. "Just like home," he said, voice still drawn and hoarse. Marius had seen his own apartment and Rat didn't see why Marius wold feel any need to compensate. Better messy and alive than sterile.

"No alcohol," he said. Did it even need saying that the last time Rat had gotten drunk had ended up with him attempting to bed Marius. "Don't care otherwise." Little things like the flavor of beverage or even type at all, still didn't weigh on him, bouncing off the numbness outside.

Courfeyrcat. Rat looked him over, brows raised. It really was too much like his partment, except that the cat, in this case, was openly loved instead of tolerated for the sake of show.

Rat picked up the discarded cane, knowing why Marius had it but still unable to reconcile the object with the man across from him. "You got hurt?"