The cane was going to be problematic, Julian realized, but his hip wasn't mended enough to support him for a long time without aching. The cane was helping to mitigate that, but it wasn't the most practical solution for someone who otherwise had preternatural strength and grace.
So he was limping along with it, trying to avoid placing the cane somewhere that anyone would trip over it. He'd just completed a review of his final project for his sculpting course, and was heading to the review period for Art History.
And paused in the doorway when that pink and blue hair caught his immediate attention.
"Well," he said softly, limping his way to the seat beside Mel. "Guess you were right. Glad it wasn't the last time I saw you."