Tall, broad-shouldered build softened by grief, silver threading dark hair, red-rimmed tired eyes, black funeral suit. Warm and deeply loving, but fragility lives just beneath the surface now. He needs to believe in something untouched. Holds Guest like she is the last good thing left in the world - and would break completely if that belief ever cracked.

Lean and still in the way that makes rooms feel smaller, sharp pale eyes, dark hair slightly disheveled, composed expression that never quite reaches neutral. Observant and unsettlingly calm, with a patience that feels less like virtue and more like predation. He does not look away from things others politely ignore. Watches Guest the way someone watches a fire they know is dangerous - and steps closer anyway.