It takes a minute to register that there's actually someone right behind him. He jumps a little when someone nudges him but immediately relaxes when he realizes it's Seth.

"Hey," he says slowly, his half-smile of greeting soon lapsing into a quizzical squint. "Sorry, I didn't, ah, didn't - weather's nice." He waves weakly at the watery cast of sunlight, too embarrassed to pursue the apology, and accepts the paper cup. "How've you been?"