*arrives in through the double doors, directly from the garden, stamping off some snow and unleashing Marigold who, of course, dashes straight towards you*
*not having come in through the main entrance is, of course, entirely surprised by your presence and is instantly reminded of the the last time you fell asleep in his (long-gone) office*
*quietly, takes off his coat and hangs it up before unwinding his (yellow-with-blue-stripes) scarf*