Troy sat quietly as he thumbed through his papers, his mind focused entirely ahead of himself and not really on the time that was slipping past; that is, until he heard the knock that yanked him from his deep concentration. Glancing up at the door, he gave a bit of a frown then realized that it must be Clara and smirked. He set the papers down beside him, on the table, resting his pen atop before pushing himself up from his chair.
He looked quickly at the clock on the wall leading into the kitchen, noting that the water should be boiling soon as he moved for the door. Opening it, his smirk instantly turned into a bright smile when he saw Clara standing there, his head tilting to the side, "Clara. Aren't you just brilliant to see?"
Without thinking, he immediately moved forward to give her a firm hug, followed by a squeeze, when he pulled back and let her inside, "Come in, come in. It's no longer snowing around here, but it's still not warm at night."
He was happy to see her, it'd been far too long since they'd seen each other, and growing up, the two had been rather close; in fact, he would argue that the two of them would have been inseparable as siblings, and even worse had they been just that much closer in age. She really did make him feel younger at times, and allowed him to let loose a bit more than he usually did in his quiet, contemplative states.
Troy shut the door behind her once she was inside, and he gestured around the humble home; a place with two bedrooms, one and a half baths, and an office. The living room was a bit larger, and the kitchen was a bit on the smaller side, but mostly because Troy spent little time in it, "I could show you around if you'd like... it's uh, a bit larger than my flat back in England."