*looks up at you, pleased* I'll start booking flights again as soon as I get the all-clear for my day job. Just let me know. I'd be glad to have you. *and of course, he can't be blamed if he assumes Glorfindel will be along with (now that you're a matched set (again))*
*turns his gaze outward then, to the base of the tree where Marigold is fussing with the stick* I dropped a plastic Santa on him. *quirks a smile* He was out for a walk, I was Erumas-izing a rooftop, I lost my footing, down went the St. Nick. We wound up having please-don't-sue-me coffee down the street afterward.
*occupies himself with tying grass blades into knots* *affectionately* He was such a geek. Talking about event horizons and time travel. I couldn't believe it when he said he was just a paperwork-jockey by day—and had been, even back on Arda. *wry smile* 'Course this was back before I knew him, so I actually believed the "just a paperwork-jockey" part.