[Ah.]

[Well, Jonathan is a force. He has come to know this even during their short acquaintance. So he’s not surprised, exactly, at the force of affection that gusts over him as soon as the door opens, it does make him blink rapidly for a few seconds. Aaaah.]

[The vines on his back lift to crook into mirroring question marks, like twin cat’s tails.]

Um. [This is the time when he would ordinarily double-check to make sure that Jonathan didn’t mind him coming over — after all, he said he wasn’t expecting him, meaning he might be intruding — but he tries to remember what Erina told him instead. They welcome him. He knows that.]

[So he steps under Jonathan’s enormous arm and into the house. He knows it well enough now that there really isn’t any point in looking around as though to take in the place; it would just seem disingenuous.]

It’s not a bad walk. I’m used to walking, and more used to it here. I just cut through the woods. [Of course he does. Turning to look at Jonathan again, he squares his shoulders.] I know I’m late, but I’ve been working on some things for your birthday, if that’s not an intrusion.