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The older man had one foot in the air, intending to use his in-dorm treadmill when there was a knock at his door. At first, Brad would have been perfectly content to ignore it, but the voice that followed the knock washed away any consideration of ignoring the entity outside. "Just a sec," he called back out, stripping off his sweat pants and snagging a pair of old, holes-in-the-knees type jeans and slipping into them before answering the door. He was still neglecting a shirt, but that was so common place for the man that he didn't think twice about it.

"Hey Remi," he greeted the teen with genuine warmth, smiling at him with ease. "What're you doing up so early? I thought you liked to sleep in?" The first indication that Brad liked a person was his tendancy to tease, and that he was doing so within seconds of greeting the young blonde was definitely a good sign.

Brad lofted a brow in amusement. "Ice cream for breakfast, huh?" A quiet chuckle escaped him, rolling his shoulders in a compliant shrug. "Why not? Never too old for that," he remarked, opening his door in full before disappearing back into his room. Remi could come in or not, as all the man did was slip into a short sleeved top, sliding his feet into some comfortable flip flops while he buttoned his shirt just shy of his collar bone.

Rolling his collar into a proper position, he ran his fingers through his already short and immaculate hair, returning to the door with another smile for Remi. "You know you can drag me just about anywhere. I like to get out every now and again myself." Exiting the room, he shut the door behind himself, motioning for Remi to lead the way.

"It was an offer on my part, so it wouldn't be rude to accept it," he teased the young man, following him down the stairs and onto the sidewalk outside. Brad squinted a little at the sun, cursing inwardly that he'd forgotten his sunglasses but deciding not to dwell on it. It's not like the sun asked him to stare at it anyway. "So what's so special about this parlor, hmm?" he inquired good naturedly, snaking an arm around Remi's back to squeeze him in a partial hug. "Just that it's new? Good ice cream? Popular chain?"

Despite his innocent questions, his mind wandered as it often did when there was somewhere 'new' opening up. He always looked at it to see if it was a new building or taking up residence in an old one; if it was the former, he'd check the design, wondering if it was one of the firms he had worked for, if maybe he would have designed it differently...

Giving a curt shake of his head, he smiled at the blonde, making sure to keep his attention on his company. The teen had asked him out, and by gum, the least he could do was be the company he was asked to be. "The ice cream I'm used to is gelato. Have you had that before?"

Of course, Brad didn't think it was strange at all; then again, Remi had become an entity that the older man wanted to watch over, and so an offer as company was quite logical. It could be difficult to follow his train of thought sometimes, but he had a reason for everything he did.

"Yes, gelati is a thicker, richer variety of ice cream," he explained casually, "made with milk and sugar. Something about the composition makes it...more flavorful. It's quite delicious." He smiled over to Remi, feeling relaxed as he had with Hae-min. This young man didn't want anything from him other than his company - that honesty, or perhaps the naivity and lack of ill intent, made him quite endeared to the blonde.

Brad nodded, chuckling. "Don't worry about distance. I jog a few miles when I can. Walking is a nice alternative." He paused, "I could probably carry you and walk there just as comfortably, so don't worry about me."

If Brad could have heard Remi's inner thoughts, the man would have laughed until he cried. As it were, he walked along leisurely, smiling over to Remi at his decided love of sugar. "I think you'd give me cavities on a sugar rush," he chuckled, more to himself than the blonde. Really. The young man had such a sweet disposition, such a gentle manner, it was easy to imagine him being excited and giddy in the most tooth rotting manner possible.

Sugar Rush Remi was suddenly pushed to the side of his mind as the youth uttered his words. "Ooh," he nearly purred, "a challenge?" Had it been anyone else, he would have brushed them off and let it go, but with Remi, it was a different ballgame all together. Brad paused his long strides, eyeing the young man thoughtfully, looking between where they were and up the street to guage how crowded it was. "I could run miles with you in my arms kiddo, but that would probably jostle you a bit." He rubbed his chin, before adding nonchalantly, "I'll meet your challenge, then. I'll carry you or you can climb on my back, you just better be good at giving directions while being carted around."

Brad grinned very slightly. He hadn't done this in a very long time, although his sister had jumped on his back uninvited enough that he knew it wouldn't be stressful to carry the young man. Did he think it was strange to offer a young man that he'd just met some method of transportation that included his body? No, but he was privately hoping Remi would accept; the man was very much a child at heart with his present company, and these antics were no exception.

Brad chuckled, moving to the side of the walkway and kneeling down, looking over to Remi with a playful smile. "All aboard then, hold on tight but do try to allow me to breathe." He rolled his shoulders, feeling comfortably at ease and prepared to take on his new task. As he watched the young man, he couldn't help but hope that Remi never changed; he hoped that the other would always enjoy ice cream, and that he wouldn't shirk from the idea of a piggy back ride. He sincerely hoped that the ugliness of the world left the blonde unscathed, as much as it could.

"That's fine. Even if we can't find it, I'm sure there's enough folk who'd be familiar with it. Nothing is ever small or understated in this part of the city," the older man commented jovially. He wouldn't have even been surprised if the Mayor himself came down for the opening of an ice cream store.

Whether that was his logical self thinking or Remi's influence, he might never know. He was simply content knowing that the day was going to be a good one.

His body rumbled with silent chuckling, wrapping his arms behind Remi's knees and standing with ease. Adopting a jaunty step, Brad walked a bit faster than he had before, breaking into a playful jog at times when there were few enough people to warrant it. It was true; the Italian did not hand out such things freely, but there were many things the older man would do for Remi that he would not for most of his other co-workers. It came with the territory.

"That's good," he commented after one short burst of jogging, trying not to chuckle as he talked, "that others have helped you. Not everyone is so friendly, so I count us lucky to at least have each other." Brad would be hard pressed to be lost in the city at all, but for the sake of his company, he'd at least have a good time pretending otherwise. He would make sure the other was enjoying himself while in his care, in something as lighthearted as a piggyback ride or as simple as eating ice cream.

It was nice that someone in the Club enjoyed his company, as he often found himself hard to be around at times. It wasn't easy for Brad to make friends - he suffered from foot-in-mouth syndrome frequently, which is why he didn't talk much when possible - so to have Remi on his side was pleasing. Tilting his head to the side, he nudged the young man, murmuring, "Thanks for having me along, Remi."