The start of curfew is always a damper on Albert's day. After Jet had gotten rejected for a pass, the German hadn't even thought to try considering he doesn't want to owe the Capitol any favors. They say goodnight as always, Albert's kiss perhaps a little too lingering than is chaste for the hall outside the District 2 suites, then he takes the elevator up to 3 with a drawn out sigh, preparing for another sleepless night.