Faolan is both watching where he's going and he isn't. It's perhaps because he's trying to avoid walking into so many people that he winds up walking into others. And as luck would have it, stepping aside to try and stay away from a woman with a large bag veering out towards him, he gently shoulders the kid instead.

His first impression is sunlight. Or maybe not sunlight, maybe it's just warmth. Warmth and something else? The sound of laughter? And the brush of fingers in his pockets, though looking down at the kid, he can't be sure whether that was real or imagined in the end. While he's looking spooked from the rest of it, it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Hey," he says, sharply, "didn't I catch you hanging about the shops earlier?" At Christmastime, if Faolan's shaky brain is putting the pieces together in the correct way. Still, he looks far more shaken than he should for this conversation.