Freyr had been feeling a little low when he first logged onto Tinder. Despite making a lovely new friend in Makaria, and Freyja being around every day, he was still feeling the urge to get out and meet people, to be social. He'd gone back to his garden, but despite the fact that everyone there acted like he'd never been gone, he didn't trust any of them to completely be who they said they were.
Not that random hookups on Tinder were any less likely to be frauds, but at least they weren't actively targeting him.
Talking to Harriet was nice. She was friendly and funny and they got on well, well enough that he'd suggested they meet at an art show rather than just as a bar. He wanted to expand his mind and catch up on things he might have missed staring at the same four walls and the endless nothing of Death for six months. His brain and body still needed to wake up.
So he left the house and messaged Freyja to say where he was going, leaving his clinic for yet another day, and headed off to Queens and the MoMA PS1 for something bright and shiny to dazzle him. And an art exhibition too. He found their pre-arranged meeting place and stopped there, looking around in curiosity, taking in the atmosphere.