"Where's Cold?" Hartley realised belatedly that maybe that shouldn't be the first thing he said upon opening the door, with the eyes of everyone on him, after he hadn't been around for a while. He hated socialising, even the rogues had rules about it. He slowly made his way down the stairs, not even expecting an answer now.

"Unwind, Piper. Have a drink." Wonderful, he'd succeeded in amusing Mark. Either that or he just wanted to get him drunk again, both possibilities. Still, Hartley did approach the bar, glancing around to see who all was even present. No Cold though, which was an issue. Nobody else could unite them all.