There were people around, magic of different kinds and he’d not been expecting to have the place to himself so he didn’t startle when Mike arrived. His smile was a little crooked from the scar that sliced from ear to the corner of his mouth, but he smiled all the same. “My resident ghost,” Bill greeted as he turned. Four scars ran vertically down over his left eye and temple, making it clear that he only still had that eye because he was a lucky bugger. There was still a freshness to them that made Bill really wish he had more of the comforts of home like the assortment of creams he’d been using to try to heal them up.
Bill held out his hand to shake, leaning toward him. “I was just thinking about how much I’m going to miss a Sunday Roast from my local while I’m here,” he said. Actually he hadn’t been to his local in a long time, since before. He’d stopped going to places people knew him, because of how they’d stare, so much pity, or fear. No he preferred curiosity or disgust, if he had to choose.
“If I have to be stuck somewhere I’m glad I can get outside,” he said as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his dragon hide jacket.