Gellert wouldn't have to wait long for his ex-friend to appear but it was still going to be a few minutes so he resigned himself to either returning his attention to that journal, which was still showing him more and more messages from people who he didn't know but figured were also a part of this place, or with watching the waves crash on the beach. The evening air wasn't warm but it wasn't bitterly cold either, just right for the clothing he was wearing; a dark grey t-shirt with a v-neck, black jeans, mid-calf high boots, a black hoodie and his favourite black leather jacket on top of that. He considered Muggles to be inferior but some of the clothes they had created weren't as horrible as he'd first imagined.
The comfortable silence that he had been sitting in since his arrival was broken by a very familiar voice but the words spoken caused Gellert to feel some amusement. With a wry grin appearing on his lips and a soft but muffled laugh barely loud enough to be heard, Gellert stood up and turned to face the direction that Albus's voice had come from. "And you'd tell me if you didn't come in peace?" he inquired, although it was a rhetorical question more then anything. He knew Albus was more noble, though, so the likelihood that he'd give his enemy a fair warning was quite high. He cocked his head to the right, watching Albus as the younger man walked down the beach towards Gellert. "You haven't changed at all."