A new apartment building, just as nondescript as the last. Idly Tony wonders if this is another way Cesar keeps his head low, or if he just doesn't notice these things. He makes his way down the hallway, eyes flicking between the door numbers and his phone until he comes to a stop at the one with the patterned door mat.

Seemed to be the place. Briefly he leans an ear closer to the door, curious to see if Cesar's actually home or not, before lifting his hand to knock.

He's looking a little more worn these days. Tired. His health is fine physically, but the world turning up on its head doesn't always go over well without leaving a few scars behind.