Wyatt tilted his head, gave a nod of fair enough, and was just about to say something to the effect of Az not being dead, surely, when DG went right for the million dollar question.

He shrugged, feeling the sting not only of the cold weather on his cheeks, but that of a not quite creeping blush. Clearing his throat, he tilted his head the other way. "I was going to see Paul. Guess I lost track of the tram stations."