*bites his tongue and does not talk about brightness or ask whether the apartment he took such pains to devise (to welcome the sun) is also much changed*
*can't entirely mask the way his face falls when he realizes you have Glorfindel's phone* *does try to make a joke out of it, though* I've told him he should really think about putting a leash on that thing. *thinking aloud now (assuming you and Glorfindel carry the same model phone)* Does that mean he's got yours? Or...well. *looks around again* I can just sit tight for a while. If he's gone to my house, my staff will tell him I'm here.