When the text from Meka came, Sim had been off the couch where he had been camping since arriving home and actually removed the X-Box controller from his hands. He had put on clean underwear and the cleanest t-shirt before apparating to Meka's house. He never usually apparated so far, but there was a first time for everything. He remembered the house from New Years, it was all so familiar.
"Fuck" he muttered before knocking on her door, briefly resting his forehead against it. It was nice to be out of the rain of Seattle but it was definitely too hot for all the layers he had on now. "It's Sim" he called, shoving his hands deep in his pockets and kicking at her welcome mat.