Justin batted away Aaron's hands, combing his fingers through his hair and flattening it down again. "A true Englishman always looks well put-together," he replied, only half-kidding, sitting down on the arm of his sofa and sighing at Aaron's reassurances. "Please don't pop up in the middle of the night again. I thought you were... oh, I don't know," he finished, gesturing lamely. "Something awful. But, yes, it is nice to see you and it has been ages even if you shouldn't be here, you git." Justin raised his eyebrows in uniquely upperclass disapproval, suddenly remembering his manners and sliding off the couch.

"Ooh-er, and if I'm not just the most awful host -- do you want anything to drink? Sneaking out at all hours of the morning must be tiring. Do sit, Aaron," he added, gesturing to the loveseat and cushioned chairs that made up the cramped space he called a living room.