[Hall Way: Delyth & Patrick]
Patrick no longer attended therapy in the Hall Way, but he still visited the street's shops and restaurants at times (or he had before his departure). The place was a good one for him, man, and his return to Repose had left him feeling slightly displaced. As he did not want to worry Newt about this, he had set out that morning to visit the potion shop there (to feel the familiar cobblestones beneath his kicks).
He was comfortable, his pointed ears hidden beneath the beanie he wore with a hoodie pulled up over it, and he walked down the street with his hands in his pockets.
As he walked, he was lost in thought, man. There was the pervasive issue of Adrian, but this was even more complicated now than when he'd left town; in truth, unexpected revelations had almost made him unwilling to return here. But, man, he tried most earnestly not to be a coward, and he was determined not to allow cowardice to control the forthcoming conversation he must have with his bro. But he believed it was the right thing to wait until Adrian was out of his cell and in the trunk Newt had created for him. He would wait, even if waiting was most challenging and did not sit well within his gut.
But now he was at the shop, and he pushed open the door and felt the surge of magic that he always felt when he was in close proximity with someone who had powers. On his tongue, magic was a green thing, vibrant and tart, and he lamented that it was much more muted here than where he had been. Arborlon was an entirely magical place, and the trees there made the wood elves strong and kept them in communion with the earth. Here, these things were more limited, man.
The magic inside the door, this he sensed, and perhaps it had something to do with the proximity of the woman leaving while he entered. But she was familiar, and he stood there, door open and trying to place her.
After a few moments, he snapped his fingers. "The art shop," he said, memory jogged. Once, he had been most worried about letting people know that he was anything more than mundane; he did not worry about this now.
He moved out of the way, allowing her to exit if she so wished.