Upon the suggestion, Ichabod had made his way to Al's Comic Barn. Of course, he'd waited a few days. He'd had to work it into his routine. A routine that was strict and he tried not to deviate from simply because, so far, the routine had been helpful in keeping things calm. There was no spectre to keep him awake at night because he was always at The Court. He'd found it wasn't too fond of public spaces; so far it seemed to only demand his attention in the wee hours of the morning when the rest of the world was sleeping.

But that was besides the point. He'd finally found the time to make his way into the comic store.

Seeing Nick behind the counter, Ichabod smiled and made his way over. He was glad the other man was working today. As much as he still wanted to meet Al, Nick was comfortable. He knew Nick, albeit not entirely too well. Still, he knew that they had plenty enough in common that the interaction wouldn't be awkward.

"Hey, man," he greeted as he approached the counter. "How's it goin'?

Yeah, sorta. What do you do here Nick?