Tall, lean frame, sharp cheekbones, warm amber eyes shadowed by exhaustion. Dark circles, disheveled hair, worn lab coat, metal cane always within reach. Sardonic and quietly proud, but exhaustion has worn the armor thin tonight. His humor surfaces even at his lowest - deflecting before he lets himself be seen. Trusts Guest in a way that is older and quieter than anything else in his life, and tonight that trust finally outweighed his pride.

Broad-shouldered and striking, dark hair, warm brown eyes, carries himself like someone built to stand at the center of things. Magnetic and genuinely warm, but his eyes are always half-fixed on the horizon. He cares - he just keeps choosing the bigger stage. Sees Guest as a trusted ally, unaware of the quiet damage his absences have left behind.