Nero went to the closest thing that could be home -- Mor Dhona. It was in sight of the Agrius (the warship of the XIVth and once his actual home, for the most part) and a Imperial Installation. Even if he didn't really miss the Empire, he still did miss home sometimes. So he had taken over the parapet of building that had housed the Mor Dhona Ironworks office, and made it his own.
(Technically, it still belonged to the Ironworks, so he felt doubly entitled to it for lodging. Also, it meant nobody contested its ownership and the only adventurer squatting there was him.)
He stayed there for a time while he finished his post-Omega recovery and waited for things to die down. So while terror yet loomed on the horizon in the form of Zenos, he had not yet struck. Nobody had yet been called to Werlyt to help with the G-Warrior. All of that was in fairly near future. For Nero, the now was resting, reading, and occasionally having nightmares about nearly fucking snuffing in in an Ala Mhigan desert.
(Once or twice, he could be found masturbating to Cid's hand on him, gripping him tight. Sure, he'd been dying at the time, but-- he couldn't remember the last time Cid held him so crystal clearly as that, and he didn't want to say how strange and conflicted it made him feel.)
Eventually, though, eventually he wanders back after he's done a couple of delves an at least one job for Rowena. Cid has to be up to something useful by now, right? So he strolls into the workshop in his red uniform like he wasn't simply gone for weeks before, and goes to make coffee without a how-do-you-do despite the fact he'd fucked off right out of his sickbed the last time anybody saw him. (Not to mention, half a million gil richer.)
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(Technically, it still belonged to the Ironworks, so he felt doubly entitled to it for lodging. Also, it meant nobody contested its ownership and the only adventurer squatting there was him.)
He stayed there for a time while he finished his post-Omega recovery and waited for things to die down. So while terror yet loomed on the horizon in the form of Zenos, he had not yet struck. Nobody had yet been called to Werlyt to help with the G-Warrior. All of that was in fairly near future. For Nero, the now was resting, reading, and occasionally having nightmares about nearly fucking snuffing in in an Ala Mhigan desert.
(Once or twice, he could be found masturbating to Cid's hand on him, gripping him tight. Sure, he'd been dying at the time, but-- he couldn't remember the last time Cid held him so crystal clearly as that, and he didn't want to say how strange and conflicted it made him feel.)
Eventually, though, eventually he wanders back after he's done a couple of delves an at least one job for Rowena. Cid has to be up to something useful by now, right? So he strolls into the workshop in his red uniform like he wasn't simply gone for weeks before, and goes to make coffee without a how-do-you-do despite the fact he'd fucked off right out of his sickbed the last time anybody saw him. (Not to mention, half a million gil richer.)