She's a little surprised when he answers the door. His voice has a rough edge, like he hasn't spoken aloud in days, and he does look like he's spent the last week hiding out in his apartment. But he doesn't shut the door in her face, which is a good start.

Raven follows him inside, shaking her head. "Yeah well, I'm unpredictable," she drawls, moving into the apartment. She wants to say she's sorry for what happened, wants to ask how he is, but she gets the feeling he'll deflect if she asks. She can gather the answer isn't good anyway, how could it be? The body of his dead friend turned up in Darrow, that's enough to mess with anyone's head.

If she were Clarke, she might have brought a casserole or something else ridiculous to make sure he's being fed properly. Raven's a crappy cook and it hadn't even occurred to her, so she's here empty handed. She glances over at him, biting her lip a little. "You kind of disappeared, there," she points out instead.