[ That Bigby has noticed him isn't really that surprising, Maccready isn't exactly being subtle. In spite of that though, of loitering around the man's home and the general surroundings, Bigby himself is not who Maccready expects to see. It's evident that's the case by the way he stares at him; a cocktail of mixed emotions flitting across his face before he finally lands on something close to incredulous, because, well— ]
S-should you be out here?
[ Until, of course, he remembers himself and his face falls into a pained sort of grimace, halfway between apologetic and embarrassed. He pulls his coat around him, shrinking in on himself. Bigby looks… well, he looks like shit, but at the same time he looks better than Maccready'd imagined he would, having let his mind run wild. ]
I— You, uh, that's—
[ Maccready is obviously struggling for words in the face of Bigby's invite. The man should be telling him to get lost, not inviting him inside. He should be angrier. Maybe the man simply doesn't want to start a scene where others can see. That's reasonable. Dropping his head, he mutters out a quiet acquiescence, dejected. ]
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S-should you be out here?
[ Until, of course, he remembers himself and his face falls into a pained sort of grimace, halfway between apologetic and embarrassed. He pulls his coat around him, shrinking in on himself. Bigby looks… well, he looks like shit, but at the same time he looks better than Maccready'd imagined he would, having let his mind run wild. ]
I— You, uh, that's—
[ Maccready is obviously struggling for words in the face of Bigby's invite. The man should be telling him to get lost, not inviting him inside. He should be angrier. Maybe the man simply doesn't want to start a scene where others can see. That's reasonable. Dropping his head, he mutters out a quiet acquiescence, dejected. ]
… okay.