( It is not fine you absolute shit, the guy who Absolutely Learned This Already can at least detect a poor evade and smile in that half-assed, vaguely annoying way that says he sees you. And he's not calling you out right now because what can he say, you should reflect more on how your death screws over the people who still care about you? In spite of everything?

... So anyway, his own issues aside: )

Why in the world do you think I have it down here? Head back in, have at it.

( Here is his magnanimous gesture back toward the building, using his flute to lengthen the reach of his arm and offering a very knowing smirk.

(It's for the dodge. He may or may not remember it later, but if he does, he'll remind this man about it at the time, should it suit his mood.) )

It's still sitting at the same table three flights up.