He can see him as soon as he comes to a stop and Philip doesn't bother trying to hide, though, not when he knows he's been seen, not when he knows it's Freddie. Instead he reaches into his pocket and takes out his cigarettes, lighting one as he crosses the street, the flame flaring bright for a brief moment before he closes the lighter and slips it back into his pocket.
A stranger he'd just ignore. Act as if nothing at all is happening. Someone he knows, however, might have questions. Ones he knows best not to answer.
"Late night walk, then?" he asks as he draws nearer to Freddie, then takes a drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing bright in the dark. Now that he's close, he can see that Freddie has those strange buds shoved into his ears and he hasn't the slightest idea if he's been heard or not. He's been seen, though, and that's enough.
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He can see him as soon as he comes to a stop and Philip doesn't bother trying to hide, though, not when he knows he's been seen, not when he knows it's Freddie. Instead he reaches into his pocket and takes out his cigarettes, lighting one as he crosses the street, the flame flaring bright for a brief moment before he closes the lighter and slips it back into his pocket.
A stranger he'd just ignore. Act as if nothing at all is happening. Someone he knows, however, might have questions. Ones he knows best not to answer.
"Late night walk, then?" he asks as he draws nearer to Freddie, then takes a drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing bright in the dark. Now that he's close, he can see that Freddie has those strange buds shoved into his ears and he hasn't the slightest idea if he's been heard or not. He's been seen, though, and that's enough.