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Silas is prone to listlessness and aimless wandering; he can admit that much, especially when he finds so little reason to do, well, anything. This place is better than home, but only by a small margin for the moment. As far as he can tell without deliberately searching for anything, he has no ties here or anywhere. So here he is, walking in the midday fog of district gamma. At least it’s somewhat nostalgic.
It’s a little hard to make out things, but at least the visibility is slightly better now than it is at night, and much less dangerous. Lips lift up into a very small smile. If Dionysus actually remembers right, this is where they both ran into some serious trouble just trying to get home right? He slipped up, and Cy ended up noticing his healing, good times. Ok, not really but at least he had company then.
Dio walks a little farther still lost in his thoughts. Maybe I should start over; find a little out of the way place and make a clinic. Funds might be tight but-
A familiar voice breaks through the fog, immediately grabbing his attention. It can’t be. He wasn’t here the last time. It’s just the fog and area playing tricks right? Though isn’t that at night? Silas has already changed directions, however, walking swiftly towards where he swore he’d heard him, heard-
“Alex.” The name is whispered under his breath as a form finally takes shape in the cloudy blanket covering the streets. Short stature, white hair, familiar brown eyes that probably widen as Silas finally gets closer, grin growing and starting to beam.
“Cyyyy!” he greets, extremely more enthusiastic than he was a minute ago, “Imagine finding you here! You’re not back staying at the hovel right?” It’s stated as casually as ever, but there’s an edge of excitement and relief to his tone evident enough to anyone who actually knows him.
