( on the upside, julian gives lovely hugs. he's a big fucker, even when he's slouched over and clinging to somebody else, and a pretty-looking big fucker even when he's all out of sorts and having Anxiety. he gets ahold of himself relatively quickly, especially with the reassurance of some nice physical contact and the promise that his life... probably isn't in any danger, but still. when he steps back it's with a slightly nervous shuffle, brow furrowed even as he tries to smile. )

I'm from all over the world and I've still never seen—this. People really... live in all those buildings? And they're so... square. And tall, and... er...

( speaking of tall. roche is looking up at him. julian grins a little more easily. )

Sorry. I'm carrying on like we don't have better things to talk about. It's good to finally meet you.