As always, Cinna knows exactly what Grey can wear and still be comfortable, not fidgeting too much. His suit is loose and flowing, but the material is soft against Grey's skin. It allows him to stand and get to the words on his chest or arms if he needs to, or to the notepad he now carries in a pocket to communicate.

Even here, there seem to be parties. This is one of the fancier ones. He's already had one glass of sweet wine; enough for his head to buzz just a bit. He flips his head just a little, getting his bangs out of his eyes and watches people. Just as his lover had promised, there are familiar faces here, but if those eyes land on him, they do so without recognition. It makes Grey feel a little sad, it's true, but he has Cinna. That's what matters. If he is not with Cinna, he is on his way to or from him. They are never very far apart.