Harvey wasn't really doing anything. He was just sitting there staring at a text message that Paul had sent him from class, trying to think of whether he wanted to spend all day going back and forth keeping the boy's desire for near-constant physical attention at bay at least until he got home... or if he was just going to forbid him from making any more texts of the nature and tell him to pay attention to his schoolwork. In the end, he decided that today he would be the disciplinarian and shot off a quick text before tucking his phone back in his pocket just in time to look up.
Of course he recognized the man standing there - in the way you recognized someone you hadn't seen in years who still had the same eyes and the same bone structure, the same voice and the same way of leaning in the doorway. The only problem was, he didn't know what to call him. Was this his Cris all grown up? Harvey felt something well in his chest much like what he'd felt the first time he'd seen Glibt again, something he'd shoved far, far down inside himself since then. "Glibt..." he murmured, scooting his chair out to stand. "Come on in," he said. "This is... a surprise," he said, a touch of apprehension in his voice.