Cassian has come to Julian for medical reasons too many times to really count over the last few years - it was how they first met to begin with. Now is not one of those times. Instead he works his way through the Congregation for his friend's usual favorite haunts, sliding into the seat beside him at the bar.

"You are still predictable." He signals the bartender, glances at what the alcoholic choice for Julian is today. "One of those days?"

As though the quarry announcements ever put anyone in a good mood. Cassian's feeling fighty, evident in the way he fidgets with the glass when it comes his way. But he always feels that way deeply in the few hours after the spectacle begins all over again.