He stands in the doorway, just looking at her a beat before his manners kick in and he's opening the door wide and ushering her in. It's past midnight and he's dressed in tracksuit pants and a casual tee, his hair ungelled and hands stained with rogue pen streaks. "Is, uh, is everything okay? Did… did something happen?" She's silent as she takes in his apartment, the text books strewn across every bench, the smiling photos of Bella and a little toddler proudly displayed upon the wall. Until suddenly he's beside her, hand gently cupping his elbow and head bowing to catch her eyes with a softer "Hey, 'manda. You alright?" She lets out a little smile with a breathed "yeah" and hands him the coffee she'd brought with her. "Yeah, you, uh, you didn't answer your phone. We caught a case, and Liv's sitters out of town, and" He cuts her off with a nod of the head and a hurried "Just give me two minutes, I'll chuck on a suit. Make yourself at home."
She's thumbing through his vast library and glancing at the sticky notes hanging around the small apartment as he prepares, shouting questions out to her from the adjoining room. He leans out from the doorway, buttoning his shirt as he fiddles with his phone, throwing an embarrassed look her way as he mutters about leaving the damn thing on airplane mode again. And she's struck by how easy she feels here in this apartment.
"Alright, Rollins, I'm all set." He offers a hand to help pull her up from the deep couch and she can't help the smile that slips onto her face.
"You got it, Willow Rosenberg." Carisi coughs out a chuckle as he holds the door open and grabs his coat.
"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you very much. Willow's a rock star."