Re: Intro/meet-and-greet
Beckett had taken a cab. It hadn't exactly been what he would call cheap (very little was) but it was preferable to imposing upon Damian's hospitality even more by asking for transportation on top of a venue for what was to come. After paying the driver he found himself staring up at the place, his mouth dropped open in obvious awe and his eyes trying and failing to take in every detail of the remarkable building standing before him. It was huge. Beyond huge. How could one person live in such a massive place, and why would they want to? Beckett found himself wondering then if perhaps Damian didn't live alone after all. He had mentioned a sister, and then of course there was the other person with whom he believed he had once had an intimate relationship. He had said they were engaged, hadn't he?
Overwhelmed by the sheer size and grandeur of the place he couldn't recall the specifics precisely. The irony of that was also lost on him, given just why he had come here today.
Intimidated by the place it took him a little while to pluck up the courage to approach the door, almost fully convinced that he had somehow ended up in the wrong place right up until the point when Damian let him in. He said very little on his way in, the piece he had brought with him wrapped carefully and tucked into a bag that had been slung across his body, the very same bag he used to carry necessities to work in, a scuffed and well worn old thing that had obviously covered quite a few miles across its various owners over the years. His hands found themselves shoved deep into his pockets for fear of knocking something over otherwise, and with how priceless everything looked it seemed like a realistic and sensible fear to have.
It was painfully, almost agonisingly clear, that Beckett didn't know what to do with himself now.