in-person: connie/patrick
[He looks good, and he also looks better than when she visited. He'd been mopey without any share about his chick problem then, but he's definitely better now. Jeans, a cable-knit sweater in cream. His duffle-bag is at his feet, and his smile is huge. He takes her in for a few seconds once she walks out, but Patrick's shit at keeping still or being chill. He takes a few steps forward on long legs, and he scoops her up and spins her messily, before putting her down again.] Still taller than you, Shrimp. [Grin.] You should work on that.