Anyway, long story short: he was figuring out on his own that being a senshi must have done something for the cold. Because yeah he was usually moving on patrol, but the nights had been getting increasingly chilly and there was really no other explanation for how he wasn't getting all goosebumpy every time he transformed.
(Seriously? He couldn't have gotten like, pants or something with this get-up?)
But that was neither here nor there one this, one of the chillier nights he'd encountered so far as he wandered idly towards a stronger power signature, Order based - no clue who it was, but he'd been trying a lot harder with this whole meet and greet thing with mixed results. Really, it was already hard enough finding a new job with scars on his face, he didn't need more to match.
(And he didn't want to make Tolliver cry over him again. No, if he could help it, he never wanted to put his boyfriend through that kind of thing again.)
Syrie
