[Nadir is half-smirking at him at his greeting, but he looks a bit... tired. Draped around his shoulders is the shadow him, clinging to him as it hovers behind him, much like Nadir does to friends, but this is very much not a friendly gesture from the shadow. Nadir's tail tries to wag, seeing the familiar bare chest--sorry, face, but it seems belaboured as the shadow starts to whisper harshly in his ear.]

I can say sorry but you'll know I don't mean it. Hi, Dirk.

[Boy, he's glad Dirk had put his name into Nadir's phone, since otherwise he wouldn't have remembered it and that would have been embarrassing considering what he had just said.]