After making himself look presentable, Nemo went to the front desk and asked them for a nearby bakery and if they could have tea sent up to the room for when he returned. Both were accomplished easy enough and the proprietor even had an owl ready to acquire a portkey for them. What customer service indeed.

Once outside Nemo soaked up the cold air in a deep breath. It did wonders for his headache already as likely would some food and water. Following the directions of the concierge, Nemo found the delightful little bakery easily enough. The queue was a little long, but he didn't mind the wait. He had a lot of thoughts to sort out before he got back to the room, but even the twenty minutes or so his littl adventure took wasn't going to be enough. Everything was all out of whack. He should have just slept on the couch and ignored her protests. Now everything was fucked up and he wasn't sure how to put it back the way it was.

With a small bag of a few of their favorites in hand, Nemo walked slowly back to the inn. He wondered if he'd given her enough time, but couldn't figure out another way to delay going back. Knocking softly, he waited until she answered before entering.

The awkwardness was going to kill him. Never, in their entire friendship had they been quite so askew, he hated it. "Not a problem, tea will be up in a few minutes, how are you feeling?" He meant physically at the forefront of the question, but was curious about emotionally as well.