Sighing, he realized he hadn't anything else to do. Bored now, he took to sitting on the front step of Lena's house, knowing it was probably creepy, but not knowing what else to do. As the first hints of dawn were apparent, he left returning to his mausoleum in the cemetery, shoving a wedge through the door and wall to prevent any entrance, in case the same thing from yesterday happened.
Eagerly, he tried to sleep, but found he couldn't, too excited to go to Lena's once night fell. He did get a few hours' sleep, but woke up not feeling well-rested. Now night, he got up, straitening his clothes. He didn't know why he was making such a fuss over it, perhaps because no one had ever asked him to do anything casual with them, but he still persisted, even running a hand through his hair to get out a few of the tangles.