There's a figure, dressed for the weather, although he doesn't need to be, standing just out of the circle of streetlight outside a large house with a very nice porch. He folds his arms casually, letting his senses drift until he touches the particular mind he's seeking inside.

The lightest pluck of a call pings in Chris' head followed by the inflectionless words, I'm outside. Fancy a walk?

He'll wait until he gets a response, just as content to continue alone as with company. He has been meaning to do this for a while now, captured by his own concerns and those of his people. There are times he feels like there isn't enough of him to go around, and there's far too much of everyone else.