[Finding Ciel in a foreign city is, it turns out, much easier than at home - his smell stands out in the myriad of unfamiliar ones - and so that nagging annoyance of knowing there's still nothing that binds them together, their bond nothing more profound than that of literally any others (how absurd. how wrong) is somewhat appeased. Ah, there he is.]
Did I not tell you this would happen? [he says without preamble, walking over to where Ciel is. Reaches out to grip Ciel's thin arms, to steady him.]
Come. The air will only grow colder from here on on. [No point in even asking if he's all right.]