["Handsome young men," you're gonna make him blush, Sigma's meta. Don't worry, he gives the lovebirds as much of a berth as the close quarters reasonably allow while they settle in, shrugging his ALASTAIR-issued duffel off his shoulder so he can sit. This isn't the first time he's been third wheel to this particular party. Or maybe it's fourth, this time, since this does put him right next to the cat—who wastes no time in experimentally sniffing at one of his gloves once it's in reach. (It probably smells like burnt out building and gunpowder or something, gross.)]
Sure. Harder to freeze your ass off that way.
[Only slightly sardonic. In case you missed it, the town's been in a bit of a uproar, and he's just not good at being tentwarming kinds of being busy. Everyone's got their methods.]
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Sure. Harder to freeze your ass off that way.
[Only slightly sardonic. In case you missed it, the town's been in a bit of a uproar, and he's just not good at being tentwarming kinds of being busy. Everyone's got their methods.]