Vasyli couldn't gauge the passing of time while Kevice had been gone, only that he'd been left alone, no one curious as to what the elf was doing laying there on the floor of the balcony. When Kevice returned he'd brought water with him and Vasyli didn't really care where it had come from. Propping himself up slightly to take a long swallow was the problem. Kevice had set the cushion beside him but he tolerated it, focused more so on other things than proximity. Vasyli made an unhappy noise at the notion of getting back home.<br/><br/>“I'm not looking forward to the venture back,” he admitted, laying back down, unwilling to even try right then. “Who knows who will be awake. I've no idea the time anyway.” It was still dark outside so he could use that as an indicator. Obviously getting back before sun-up was in their better interest. So too would be getting a few precious hours of sleep before breakfast, whereafter most of the performers could go<i>back </i>to sleep if they wanted.<br/><br/>“I have a practice with Osran tomorrow,” Vasyli said with a little snort. He'd be missing that one obviously and he didn't intend to tell the man beforehand that he wouldn't be present. It didn't bother him that he'd be neglectful in that area but he wasn't willing to compromise his professionalism when it came to an actual performance. He'd have to be up and ready to go when showtime came around, hopefully, free of any grogginess. He didn't close his eyes again but he rested there for a long while, his body feeling heavy, but the desire to be home eventually urged him to climb his way up one of the bars, careful not to step on Kevice in the process.<br/><br/>“I'm up,” he said as if it was some sort of achievement. “We'd best try.” He still didn't feel like himself but once back on the roads home he did hold to Kevice's shoulder, forehead pressed to his fingers, barely looking where he was going. Instead, he followed the movement of the body beside him, something he could predict. One foot in front of the other. He didn't know the way as it were and if Kevice got them lost, still half-high, he'd smack him for sure. It all looked different leaving than it had walking towards their destination. That or Vasyli hadn't paid all that much attention, a shift in perspective encouraging him to do so now. The two of them wandering probably looked as questionable as the folks they wanted to avoid, Kevice in particular with his odd markings.<br/><br/>“I think I'll ask next time. Lesson learned,” he stated, realizing he would have made a fine time of the night just with his alcohol alone. By the time they got back through Kevice's break in the fence he was ready to collapse into his familiar bed. He still allowed the other elf to help guide him along, their closeness betraying his usual sensibilities. He was tired and he didn't care. Kevice was odd but had never really repulsed him. He threw caution to the wind, taking a quicker, but riskier route straight towards his accommodations. Maybe he didn't realize the noise he was making uncharacteristically shuffling his feet but they were unfortunate enough to draw attention from not just the nearby<br/><br/>“Are you serious?” Osran asked, Vasyli's vision clearing to make him out in their dark surroundings. He was the second to last person he wanted to encounter, of course. “Your candles went out a long while ago. I imagined you'd turned in earlier than normal. Are you two drunk?” the human demanded, obviously delighted he'd caught them sneaking around.<br/><br/>“Oh, so this is why you've never taken me up on any of my offers. Your tastes run more exotic then?” Osran teased, surprised by the proper elf's choice in company and unable to stop himself from wondering what they were getting up to.<br/><br/>“Yes, Osran, that is why. It has nothing to do with your personality. You simply don't possess my preferred aesthetic,” Vasyli said, sarcastic and quiet, hoping to encourage the human to keep his voice down as well. He didn't want to wake anyone up but Osran was always loud. Snatching himself away from Kevice was a thought, but he imagined that would appear truly incriminated and he wasn't sure his long legs would hold him upright after taking advantage and using Kevice to lean against.