[it's quite obvious he isn't, really--julian's apartment has always been sparse, jim has commented on it in the past, but at the moment it almost looks like no one at all lives there. he's cleaned it to the point of sterility and the only visible sign from the door that he's there at all is the fact that there's a rumpled blanket on the couch where he's been sitting and a book carefully placed on the coffee table.
the only thing he's done is gotten ready to go to ground, disappear as if he'd never existed.
he takes his coat off the hook by the door, and his scarf. it's slightly chilly out, after all. he offers a slight smile, trusting that jim isn't going to lead him into an ambush--but he'll improvise on that front if he has to.]
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[it's quite obvious he isn't, really--julian's apartment has always been sparse, jim has commented on it in the past, but at the moment it almost looks like no one at all lives there. he's cleaned it to the point of sterility and the only visible sign from the door that he's there at all is the fact that there's a rumpled blanket on the couch where he's been sitting and a book carefully placed on the coffee table.
the only thing he's done is gotten ready to go to ground, disappear as if he'd never existed.
he takes his coat off the hook by the door, and his scarf. it's slightly chilly out, after all. he offers a slight smile, trusting that jim isn't going to lead him into an ambush--but he'll improvise on that front if he has to.]