Julian welcomed the chance to get away from the manor especially as he was both bored and tired of being under the same roof as a lot of the other families. Most of whom seemed to have their fair share of issues, issues which apparently couldn't be resolved by a yelling match and a subsequent array of slamming doors the same way his family did in. Honestly? He missed that familiarity of home, he really did.
When Mina had told him that she had a job for him he'd snatched it up, pleased that he was finally able to put his Necromancy to good use because it wasn't the sort of magic you could just conjure up whenever you wanted especially as most people frowned at it. You reanimate a corpse just once and then you're blacklisted for the rest of your life, go figure.
He'd not really formed an opinion on Cole given that he'd had limited exposure to the Gray family but if Mina wanted him to do something then regardless of how he might be feeling about the matter he was going to do it and make his family proud. The thing about the Cains was that they were a prideful lot which might explain why they got into so many situation that really could have been avoided. Like the fight he'd been involved with just a night or so ago, the very same he was nursing a bruised nose and split lip from, but hey shit happened, no point lingering on it.
Finding the graveyard wasn't all that difficult so he arrived just a few moments after Cole, a cigarette being smoked as he approached, eyebrow lifting when his gaze encompassed one Cole Gray who quite frankly looked like shit.
"Bonsoir," he greeted as he approached, the last vestiges of smoke being exhaled as the cigarette was being dropped and crushed out beneath the thick treads of his dark boots.