[Phillip moves back and Julian finished re-ordering his clothes, puts on a more presentable front, turns around-- to find the other man pressing in closer again, and he leans back, surprised, against the wall.]
Oh. Um, all right, then.
[There's something a little flustered in his demeanour, colour creeping into his face-- this isn't how these kinds of encounters usually go.]
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Oh. Um, all right, then.
[There's something a little flustered in his demeanour, colour creeping into his face-- this isn't how these kinds of encounters usually go.]