[The sound of his name called out in a familiar voice has him turning away from the man at the bar, face momentarily wiped clean of expression until his gaze falls on Thistle's approaching form. There's a return of his smile then, something a touch more genuine than the one he'd flashed at the stranger as a bargaining chip for free beer, and at the feel of fingers at the crook of his arm he's turning bodily towards the magician. Thistle may be covered almost from head to toe, but Julian thinks he'd have known him anywhere.]

Oh, you're here! I wasn't expecting...well, it's hard to expect much of anything in a situation like this, isn't it? But never mind that.

[And he's moving to sweep the younger man up into a dramatic and engulfing hug.]