The smirk grows wider still as he takes another drag from his cigarette and then holds it out to Freddie, pinched between two of his fingers. He'll never make apologies for what he does, he sees no point in it, because either people are going to be comfortable with it or they won't be and nothing he says or does will alter their view. What he keeps under wraps, he does so as not to get caught, not because he cares what someone else thinks, but it's good to know he's not going to lose contact with everyone in Darrow over his work.

It's not as if he can just leave town and start over, after all.

"Alright then," he says, nodding down the street in the way Freddie had been walking. "Where is it you're working?"

It's not likely Freddie has told him, Philip tends to remember even the smallest details, because they usually come in handy at some point or another. And work is one of the places he's never followed Freddie, having relaxed somewhat on that activity in recent months.