[He frowns at that, mouth opening immediately to answer - something caustic on the tip of his tongue, something about how that was a funny way to treat his home in the end-]

[Before he clicks it shut again. Shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, and pushes the complicated swirl of feelings back down where he doesn't need to dwell on them until later.]

Asking questions you already know the answer to was tiresome before, and it remains tiresome now.

[Only now he no longer has to humor the man if he doesn't wish to. Emet may wear Solus' face again now, but...]

[...but it makes everything easier to pretend he remains unaffected, as he trudges through the snow to approach the man properly, pale eyes taking in their surroundings with a subdued expression.]

This may be the closest we'll get to it again for some time now, so if you're coming?