He's not about to forced Felix to do something he truly doesn't want to do. If the other man were to shove him back and insist on going home, then Asa would respect it. But he's a stumbling and tired mess, and once Asa's hand is resting on Felix's arm, it doesn't seem to get brushed off. Felix is no longer flinching from his touch and Asa uses this as an opportunity to lead him better.
The barbs aren't as painful when they're coming from an exhausted professor with a vocabulary too big for his current state of mind. Asa wants to make fun of the 'mollycoddling', because christ, he hasn't heard that since London. In the early 1900s. "Your medication." He repeats to make sure he understands it. "Alright. How do we get more of it for you?"
They're close at this point and Asa fumbles for his keys. He stops though, in surprise. "...5? That's... I have 5 cats." He laughs in surprise. "Then you'll probably love them." He's still thinking about that. Felix has 5 cats at home? He can't be so stoic and cold all the time, then. Not around 5 cats. Asa grins to himself as he leads Felix to the small front walkway. The house itself is a beautiful dark green cottage with a rust orange door. There's beautiful, long flowering plants and a lush garden on either side of the steps, and a covered front porch with wooden patio furniture and a few cushions. A set of watercolors is still out with a glass of paint water and a sketchbook on a bench. He's unlocking the door, glancing back at Felix with a shy smile and helping him inside.
"when they're in stock?" it's spoken as if asa has asked a stupid question instead of an entirely plausible one. that is the simplicity of it - felix is waiting on a refill, there's a literal shipping delay for the things so he's just been sitting tight until he gets a text from a pharmacist. apparently, he's up for review to, and the witch knows they'll suggest therapy or something more long term but they can fuck off.
they both have 5 cats, and that somewhat makes felix feel...odd. like it's saying something about the deepness of their shared loneliness, and how they gravitate towards each other naturally because of it but...felix decides not to muse too much on it. instead, the witch just follows asa along as if in a dream, staring at the cottage they walk up to. the gardens are lush and fertile with plants he's never seen before, porch with furniture for more than one person. he wonders who the vampires sits with there, in the evenings, when the sun no longer burns his skin.
even the inside is decorated well, walls adorned with a variety of objects he can't help but want to nosey at. the whole place is cozy, and homely, a stark contrast to his own apartment, everything in shades of black and grey. the only thing that makes his own place look interesting is the extremely elaborate cat tree and various perches and ledges he has installed for them all, and the grand wall filled with vintage books. the moment the two are over the threshold however, they make themselves known - the cats, all skittering across the floor to greet asa. it is a sight felix knows well, and it makes him smile.
"nice house,"




















