Lazarus wasn't expecting Nathan to disagree about the outfit he's currently dressed in, but his shoulders still slope slightly more at the confirmation that they seem out of place on his body. The story of his life is sort of not belonging, no matter what environment he finds himself in. The closest he ever came was Willow Ridge, perhaps, but that almost feels like a lifetime ago now.

He pushes open his door when they arrive at the house, immediately putting a pot of milk to warm on the stove and heading back to the bathroom (where the mirror is still foggy from his shower) to get dressed the way he originally intended to.

"I'll be just a moment," he informs, leaving Nathan to wait in his very clean, strangely spartan cottage's kitchenette.