Schlatt took slightly trepid steps closer to the house, the sound of his feet softly trotting up the few steps, following him as he wordlessly slipped past the door, silently assuming the reason it had been left open was for him to enter. "Nice place you've got here, Tubbs," The former president commented as he gently swung the door shut behind him, briefly glancing around to passively observe the interior. It felt homey, and he found himself content to know Tubbo had a decent home to return to and live in; Schlatt let out a quiet sigh, redirecting his eyes back to his son as he ran a hand through his hair. "So, erhm... How have you been? Your aunt wouldn't tell me much about you unless I [i needed] to know it; she's as stubborn as ever when it comes to me, much to my misfortune..."