Perhaps because he was so lost in thought, Julian completely failed to notice the approaching footsteps. It was not until a firm pair of arms wrapped completely around his waist from behind, and the familiar scent of sandalwood drifted past his nose, that Julian snapped back to reality.
He lowered his gaze to the pitch-black metal card bearing the inscription [A-01] in his hand, then nonchalantly tilted his head, rubbing his chin against the shoulder of the man holding him.
"Done changing?" Julian murmured.
Ethan Caldwell gave a hum of agreement. Since he want accompany Julian, he did not wear anything overly ostentatious. It was just that out of habit, he would often wear a button-down shirt when going out. The man straightened the creases of his shirt, then pressed himself closely against Julian once more, burying his face in the young man's neck to breathe in that familiar scent.
