Owner	Pose
Michael Hannigan	Two paths diverged in a large terminal; One traveler, goes off the plane like a boss. Another departs the bar as he should; To converge where the paths should cross. The drinker has no luggage, save for a carry on; that is adorned on his back. Both straps used, the fabric is worn; giving the impression of value lack. But to those who see, they should know; that first impressions are misleading. For the poorly dressed is Drago; who looks on a display screen, reading.
Thomas Blake	And the other was no musician, but Catman. In fact the 'Force the Music' episode of Theme of the Crime required them to completely dub Catman's song. The voice coach was little help. Thomas distracted her from the job, a operatic soprano taking the Lord's name in vain was a bit much for the crew's and Rasputin's ears. Thomas Blake has been through Hell. That is apparent. For one thing he needs a shower. Badly. His clothes are worn and his scruff a bit much. Those with X-ray vision might note the carbon fibre knife in his jacket lining. Then again, they might not. A security man runs up to Blake, explains the bar does not deal in to go cups and demands he lose the White Russian in the Solo cup. Thomas downs it. Then he turns to look at the low key singer of high notes and frowns, trying to remember something. He wipes his mouth and moves closer
Michael Hannigan	Nick frowns as the display updates, indicating the flight he needs is running late which generally means little downtime when he gets to his final destination. "Dammit." Nick mutters, shaking his head. He starts to turn, wondering if he could go grab a nap in the lounge area while waiting but the glimpse of someone looking towards him and coming closer. He squints before a look of recognition forms on his face. He steps towards Thomas. "I didn't expect to see you here." Nick greets, opting not to state Thomas's voice out loud. Much less in a Gotham airport. "How was your trip?" Despite the scent Thomas is probably giving off the musician's giving a bit of a half smile to the criminal/bodyguard/producer hybrid.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake looks a little puzzled. "Nick... I mean Mike... yeah. The trip... I had some memory loss. Something happened. Did I have a tiger at some point? The last maybe two years are blurry. I should probably see a doctor." He doesn't like doctors apparently.
Michael Hannigan	Nick's brows lift at the mention of memory loss. "Shit T-" Nick pauses, he glances around, voice lowering, "Thomas. You don't remember-" He frowns. "Yes you have a tiger." Nick answers, "Rasputin. You keep him in your basement at home." Nick looks up into the green eyes, seeing if either of them appear to be glazed over or giving off the appearance of something being wrong. "I think you arranged for him to be watched but I don't know who- Do you remember your girlfriend? Or Saeko, or Gabby? Or the show?" Nick opts not to mention the girlfriend's name, lest Murphy's law intervene. It doesn't matter the relationship. Someone finding out their significant other FORGOT about them is probably going to lead to a bad time. And bad times for Thomas Blake is probably going to be bad times for those around him.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake closes his eyes. "I remember her. I think I'm single again. I remember Saeko and Gabby but there are holes. I need to find a Telepath. Someone did something to me. They may be following me. I cut a chip out of my arm. I, probably shouldn't talk to you until this is resolved. Sorry we can't get started on the pitch for the cable show... the show started, didn't it?" e frowns agan, suddenly looking very dangerous. Somewhere there is a scent of Axe body spray lurking. there will be one less person following him soon.
Michael Hannigan	Nick listens intently, trying hard not to perk up at the initial observation given by Thomas. That should remove some awkwar- Wait. Thomas is being followed? Nick keeps his head still, still facing Thomas but his eyes skim the area behind Thomas for any signs of persons who might looking their way or lingering longer than they should. "Pitch?" Nick asks, giving a curious tone, "We're in the second season now." Yep. Nothing but the talk of a tv show.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake sees the concern in Mike's eyes and chuckles softly. "Don't worry. I'm still me. I will be in touch soon as this matter is cleared up. I need to see some specialists. Give Terry a hug for me. I'd go to him for help but... what if a hero type did this? I'll see you soon." And like that Thomas Blake gives Nick Drago a quick bro hug. He thumps him on the back and turns to leave.
Michael Hannigan	To the assurance, Nick's eyes look back to Thomas's. He gives a small nod, to the request. "I will." He promises in regards to Terry while being pulled in for a hug. "My number's the same." Nick murmurs, clapping his hand on Thomas's back. The tone is purposefully kept low so only Thomas can hear it, "Don't die on us." When Thomas breaks the hug and turns away, Nick glances to the larger man. Watching him head off into the crowd.