" er, my place? " his gaze flickers⸺ oh, AND SEES. he hadn't been able to beneath all the bluster of his well-frosted coat, and makes some unsettling conclusions of his own when the inorganic digits flex in his peripheral; he's mindful not to STARE and watches beef's mirthful trot, instead, " i mean, if that's alright with you. it's not much, but i've got a working heater, dry clothes? " they break the perimeter of the park, and robert takes a right down the sidewalk. he likes this location because it's only a few blocks from his apartment, but the park itself is ripe with real estate to jog through, on better-weathered days.
" it's furnished state leaves a little to be desired, but some co-workers gifted me a couch recently, so, " he shrugs, and looks at him again⸺ at james, now that he has a name to put to a face, " better than nothing. "
there's a contemplative TILT that arrests his head at his admission; denoting to the lack of familiarity they provide but feet taking him there involuntarily there, anyways. there are parts of robert that understands, " there are worse places to take an unplanned walk. " anywhere with MORE PEOPLE he imagines; they lift in such a media-heavy world, he doubts he would have been afforded even a MODICUM of the peace he got here before robert came traipsing through it.