Re: Janus A/Steve M
[Steve's first thought was that the person suddenly in his space was a hippie. Really. His mind existed as it had all those years ago, and that scent of charred nothing was almost replaced by a memory of air thick with incense and pot. He blinked, not immediately realizing he was looking at Janus, until they peered about, box in arms. The body language was familiar enough. Steve, who was on his bed, in his standard lazy outfit of sweats and a ribbed tanktop, put his book aside and sat up amid the slightly-mussed blankets. (With Cat at the bar, he hadn't been doing much.)
He smiled.] Hey, Janus. [He was getting better at using the first name, too.]