[He tucks an extra coat under his arm before heading out, not that it's likely to be necessary if he's right about Justin being dead again. Still it seems like an appropriate gesture, and it doesn't take him too long to make his way to the fountain, hurrying through the snowy streets.
He smiles when he gets there, a little uncertain, exceedingly pleased to see an old friend but (for once, incredibly,) conscious that Justin's not likely to be comfortable with too much familiarity.]
no subject
He smiles when he gets there, a little uncertain, exceedingly pleased to see an old friend but (for once, incredibly,) conscious that Justin's not likely to be comfortable with too much familiarity.]
Hey.