Well. This is not entirely where he expected to be tonight.

Hak adjusts the strap of his duffle on his shoulder, the bag seeming over-tiny against his tall, broad and muscular form. He steps out of the lift and, for a passing moment, allows himself to feel awkward in the final walk to Goku's apartment. Not over the lack of advance notice to the residents, but over his own unpreparedness. His clothes are wrinkled and his hair dissheveled like that of a man who until recently had been napping (he had been). Possibly, he shouldn't have answered Helena's nagging reminder that his laundry wasn't going to do itself with an assurance that it also wasn't going to run off and leave him naked.

He owns it's slightly embarrassing, if only to himself. Not that he plans on getting into the details. The bottom line is he's now out of a roof over his head and as long as he's newly responsible for providing for his own place to live, it might as well be close to his brother, right? Brothers, even.

He reaches the front door, looks it up and down, and rings the bell.