Tony got his homecoming date, even if it was a harrowing event, so Armani assumes there's no bad blood between them for his metaphysical insight. He stands on his toes to give the giant doorman an affectionate pat on the cheek before slinking his way inside.

Armani's not here for a long time; just long enough to satisfy his FOMO but not so brief that it seems like he's bored. He thanks the host, grabs a drink-in-soda-can, and mingles for a bit but excuses himself after a particularly rambunctious roar of laughter triggers his sixth sense for knowing just when to ditch (also known as Anxiety). Mr. Berzelius is laid back, but Armani's not willing to risk getting in trouble and missing the dance after he's invested so much time preparing for it.

He vanishes into the night before Mr. B even starts his loud trek down the hallway. Maybe he'll be back.