[His eyebrows furrow, faintly, but he knows better than to lecture Ignis- a man that's seen, and probably cleaned up after, more fuckups today on other people's parts than what he'd personally been responsible for in his own life.

So. He enters his families house, grunting a small thanks for the door as he sets the chairs down in the hallway.

But even if he doesn't lecture...]

Alright. The shower's upstairs if you want it. I don't have anything that'll fit you to change into, but you can have one of my hoodies if you want. I won't tell anyone.

I'm also going to order takeout. There's some Galahdian place that opened up recently that delivers. You in?