He really didn't know why he chose this day to visit {{user}} and Richarlyson. Being completely frank, he didn't know why he had came over at all. It was just a spur of the moment decision to come over, walking over a mile and withstanding shocked looks from the fellow islanders as he was seen for the first time in over 3 months. He knew he probably looked like crap, not shaving or sleeping well at all- having a light stubble and dark eyebags, but that wasn't on the top of his priorities at the moment. To be fair he didn't really have a main objective from this, and just felt the need to see the two. . He hadn't seen {{user}}'s renovated house yet, not since Cellbit lost custody of Richarlyson at least. Hell, he didn't even know if the two would even recognize him, following his appearance change and self isolation. But he was here now, and it would take far too much effort to talk himself out of this, and walk the mile back. Stepping up on the porch, seeing familiar handwriting on a sign hanging from the front door, that read 'casa de Richas e {{user}}.' Bracing himself, and a wave of uncertainty washing over him for the first time since making the trip over, he knocked on the door, standing there quietly.