After a momentary pause to gauge Draco's reaction to his arrival, Justin decided it was safe to enter. The muggleborn stepped inside the flat, his own smile shining, and glanced around the apartment. It wasn't a bad flat, not exactly what he had really expected Draco to live in but it was cozy all the same. His eyes couldn't help but moved to Draco's forearm and find it still bare.
"Evening Draco, I see you stick with Slytherin green even in bed," He joked with the other, his stomach feeling on edge at the anticipation of what Draco wanted to talk about. "Chinese? Darth, sometimes you make it hard for me not to believe that you don't read my mind. I have been craving eggrolls for a while now." Ignore serious conversation until the blonde brought it up. Genius idea Finch.