Zach hadn't had an idea how long it took Colin to get to his flat. All he knew was he was waiting. He'd put a fire on, to warm them, and he knew Colin liked cocoa, which was always better with milk in Zach's opinion. So he heated milk for cocoa for the two of them. He had just finished stirring in the chocolate when he heard Colin's voice.
And that made him slide into the living room out of excitement. When his hand came up to pull down the hood. Colin didn't need it anymore. The wards changed when he came in the flat. Zach had learned how to set that kind of effect from his father long ago. "Your hair," Zach declared intelligently.