I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

A visible frown crossed Tetradore's lips as his fingers scrolled across the screen nestled in the palm of his hand. He was quite certain he'd kept that message...somewhere. It had been a text hadn't it? Maybe an email? It must have been an email. There had been some paperwork - albeit not much.

"Maybe they're not home?" Ryan beside him uttered hopefully as the door in front of them remained steadfastly shut.

"Mm....I don't think so." Tetradore responded distractedly, finally finding the email he was looking for. The names, however, were hardly helpful - something as fucking generic as Smith could hardly be real. Not in Tetradore's world. Oh well, he supposed it hardly mattered. He kept a spare pair of keys for this very scenario and he was fairly certain the loose contract his tenant had signed had some clause about entrance for maintenance...didn't it?

He reached into his pocket, intending to pull out the keyring in question when the audible sound of a muffled feminine voice reached his ears, inquiring if they were here for her A/C unit. Both men glanced up and yet, the door remained firmly shut in front of them. "Yeah, do you want us to look at it or not?" Tetradore inquired, his baritone voice holding a clear hint of annoyance. God, he hoped this wasn't one of those women deathly terrified of men because they'd watched too much true crime shit.

His eyes rolled at the mere thought of it, just as the locks finally slid open with an audible click. The door slowly slid open a crack, the young woman glancing out at them as she commented on the speedy nature of his response. Her voice, however, trailed off as she all but stared at him. Silently, the Alpha's brow pitched upward until the young woman moved to the side, gesturing them in with a vague wave of her hand. Tetradore's head shook slightly as he passed her, leading the way into the apartment. He moved with assurance through the living room and towards the bathroom, only to gesture towards the white panel in the ceiling. "It's here." He uttered to the man behind him.

The Alpha leaned in the doorway, watching as Ryan climbed the ladder (don't ask where that came from okay) to inspect the unit. Somewhere behind him, Tetradore could feel the girl's presence, hovering hesitantly in the hallway. There was...something vaguely familair that tugged at him - a feeling of nostalgia that he was quick to dismiss as a lingering memory of the girl who had occupied this flat before his current tenant. Tetradore was quite certain that if he closed his eyes, he could still catch a faint whiff of that floral perfume Samantha used to wear. Sweet pea or something? It was...strange the scent hadn't diminished more, completely overwhelmed by whatever unique smell his new tenant brought with her.

The thought, however, hardly had rooted within his mind before Ryan closed the ceiling hatch with a loud thud "Well, everything up there looks fine to me. Where's the thermostat?" He inquired, glancing expectantly over towards his employer.

"Hm, oh, in the hallway." Tetradore stepped back, a single glance given towards his tenant as he pointed Ryan over to the small white box on the wall.

The man pressed several buttons, a puzzled glimpse crossing his features as his head cocked to the side. "...I...think the thermostat is broken. It should be an easy fix, we just have to get a new one."

At least it was easy. Tetradore liked the sound of that - something that he could quickly brush off his plate when other far more pressing things required his attention. His attention turned towards the young woman, his words curt despite his efforts to be...somewhat...polite. "Sorry about that...Ms...Smith? The apartment has been vacant for some time. I'll get you a new thermostat." He strode past her, the Were-King giving the young woman distinctly little thought before Ryan's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Uh...Tetradore...? The ship's ready to go..." He uttered nervously, as if he was afraid of the Were-King's response.

An audible sigh echoed on the Were-King's lips as he glanced back towards the man. "...all right, can you show me what I need to do to install the new thermostat and then I'll get someone to take you back to the harbor." Ryan nodded eagerly as he gestured the Alpha towards the small box on the wall. It hardly took more than twenty minutes for the pair to turn off the power to the HVAC system, remove the old thermostat, explain the installation process in some vague detail and for another vehicle to come and pick the crew member up to board the cargo ship awaiting departure in the Western wharf - finally leaving Tetradore alone with his tenant and an air conditioning system he couldn't leave half broken.