There's plenty he needs to be doing. The theatre is practically limping along with Nate out cold and Nick and Caleb plastered to his side, he should really message Jon now that his mind was all but made up but he kept closing the dialogue box when he tried, and there's...dealing with his playroom. So he deals with none of those things and opts for reconnaissance for Jacob instead.

Things likely hadn't changed much since a few days ago, but you never knew.

So Chris takes to the high cavern ceilings of the Down, pathing high above the city and occasionally landing on rooftops where it seems there's something worth seeing.

A shock of white hair and a piercingly familiar voice has him curving sharp near the train station and practically dropping from the sky onto the building's roof.

Well....there's certainly enough of him on display to confirm who Chris is looking at.

His heart thrums and he can't parse the emotions, just that they're much and tangled and- had he truly remembered what Hawke looked like before now or had it only been an impression of memory? It was hard to tell.

He hops down and clangs onto the metal railing around the entrance, wings flaring back for balance. "Well, well, well let's see what the Hawke dragged in...don't you look gorgeous."