*He glances up at Kristoph briefly when the fingers brush his; releasing the cigarette and rolling his shoulders a little, closing his eyes with a small sigh.

A slight shiver at an icy gust through the opened window and he opens them again, following the other man's gaze out of the window. He takes back the cigarette - his fingers lingering on Kristoph's for a few moments when he does.

After a pause, he takes a drag on it, exhaling slowly before he speaks, his voice quiet.*

I think you should speak to your brother again, Kristoph.

But in the meantime, you can stay for as long as you please. I imagine it unlikely that anyone will look for you here.