The second he arrives with Balto's carrier under one arm, Joel realizes he should have called first. Not only is he interrupting his vet's apparently very busy -- and very naked -- Saturday morning, he's assuming an awful lot, just bringing his cat here, but she's not eating and he's almost entirely convinced it's because she's mad at him for having moved her out of the apartment, but he needs to be sure. And he really should have called first.

His gaze immediately goes up, looking at something over the top of Coop's head just so he doesn't have to look at the other man in his briefs before he clears his throat. In her carrier, Balto lets out a warning sort of growl, and Joel knows she's pissed.

"It's a good," he agrees, wondering why he hadn't called first. It seems to logical now. "Uh... a good day, I mean."