The very moment they had stepped foot into the apartment, Tobias didn't hesitate to make himself comfortable. He threw himself onto the bed, thoroughly enjoying the memory-foam mattress. As much as he had convinced himself that he didn't like the boy one bit, Abel couldn't help but to allow a small smile curl on his lips. Watching the boy in his enlivened state clouded Abel's mind with regrets. He was a workaholic, who never spent time on himself, who hadn't had any sort of 'fun' in years, who always kept a straight face, and who was constantly tired. Maybe the money wasn't worth it...? No, he shook his head to himself. There's no worse of a fate than living in poverty. 

Throwing a towel at Tobias' head, he sighed. "Go get a shower and pipe down a bit. You're like a fucking animal." 

The witch pouted but complied. After being given spare clothes and an extra towel, Tobias locked himself in the bathroom and entered the shower. Abel was waiting a while for him to come out, and as he lay on his bed, staring at his bleak grey walls, that same thought strolled into his mind uninvited: are you doing the wrong thing? Dismally, he groaned and pulled the covers over his head, trying to block out the thought. If this idea stuck in his head for any longer, he decided it better start paying goddamn rent. Before he could even begin to dwell on it even longer, an unpleasant weight was thrown on top of his body, crushing him into the bed. He swiftly removed the covers from around his head to reveal Tobias sitting on top of him, grinning. 

"Oh, that's good. I thought you'd already gone to sleep." he smirked. 

"Get the fuck off of me," Abel growled angrily, "You're dripping water all over my bed. Can you not even dry your own hair?" Pushing Tobias away, Abel sat himself up and grabbed the towel that Tobias had so rudely thrown on the floor just a second before pouncing at Abel. 

"Turn around."

"Why?"

"So I can dry your hair for you." 

Tobias promptly shuffled about until his back was facing him, waiting for him to start. Abel was rough - not too rough - but rough. He pressed the towel harshly into his scalp, scrubbing back and forth, almost making the boy's scalp burn. 

"Can't you be a little more gentle!?" he cried. 

"No." 

A few more minutes of a burning scalp and he was done. Abel got up to put the towel away and then threatened that if Tobias didn't bother to dry his hair once more, he'd shave it all off. It was getting late pretty quickly, and so he suggested they both sleep, after all, Tobi did say that they were going on a pretty long journey at dawn. The time they spent lying next to each other, waiting to fall asleep, was unbearably awkward. The grumpy businessman turned over on to his side, stiff as a rock, as the occasional warm breath from the witch tickled his back.