If Pietro was being honest, he would have liked to have said that it was some unspoken force that brought him up to the roof top of the building and caused him to run into John, but truthfully it was nothing more than the incredibly human urge for a cigarette of his own. Bursting quickly through the door up onto the rooftop as he was wont to do he froze in his tracks at the sight of Pyro, a thousand and one thoughts rushing through his head in a second, and many questions among them. Of course, Remy hadn't spoken a word to him about where St. John had gotten off to this time.
"Hey." It sounded sort of surprised and maybe just a tiny bit hurt that John hadn't let him know that he was leaving or anything, but Pietro never showed emotion easily like that, and he was not going to start now. "Where've you been?"