"Aza!" He set the bottle down with a thunk, getting quickly to his feet, hand clasping his robe shut. "I'm... fine. Well, more than fine now that you're here," he leaned down, to kiss him. He had a day's worth of scruff on his chin.

His room did not make him look fine. There were half-drunk bottles of sake, empty skewers on his desk, a tea set with cold, stale tea still in it. It was a mess, well and truly.

"Where have you been this time?"