Although the phone call had gone extremely well, Carl was skittish. He scribbled a note for Annalisa, inventing a story about groceries and band practise, leaving the flat and locking it behind him. He walked at a leisurely pace, taking time to smoke cigarettes and observe the day around him before he finally arrived at the park. A quick look around didn't reveal Peter, and he began scanning all of his favourite spots before finding him under a tree. Smiling to himself, he lit another cigarette and joined him, sitting down against the other side of the tree and saying softly, "Ey," tentatively putting out a hand.