[ When V arrives it isn't with his usual brand of broad smile and open arms. For somebody who's fairly used to people trying to take chunks out of him, his preference tends to lean towards leading with a hug, a fond touch. Anything physical.
When he spots Jesus across the cafe - the quiet corner a mercy at this point - he picks his way through trying his best not to notice anybody else's reaction to him. As far as they know, he's an unknown Dominant who's strolled in and should be treated with caution. ]
Fuck, 's good to see ya.
[ It's murmured as he slides himself into a chair next to his former roommate, fingers practically aching to reach out and just take reassurance from Jesus' solid existence. ]
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When he spots Jesus across the cafe - the quiet corner a mercy at this point - he picks his way through trying his best not to notice anybody else's reaction to him. As far as they know, he's an unknown Dominant who's strolled in and should be treated with caution. ]
Fuck, 's good to see ya.
[ It's murmured as he slides himself into a chair next to his former roommate, fingers practically aching to reach out and just take reassurance from Jesus' solid existence. ]