Between his lack of ability to get any food, or start fires, or really to do much of anything, trying to survive on his own hadn’t proved to be very successful for Julian, so it was a good thing Sam brought him here when he did, even if Julian insisted to himself, all the while still following Sam, that he could have definitely managed on his own if he had to. Totally.

Since arriving at the camp, he hasn’t been hungry, which is a plus, but it’s getting colder and colder and Julian really isn’t equipped for this, despite the blanket that Sam gave him. Muttering about horrible living conditions with no central heating, Julian leans in as close to the fire as he can possibly get. Except, he sort of forgets about his scarf, one of the only sponsor gifts he had gotten and already ripped by geese, still dangling around his neck, and when he leans forward the ends of it are close enough to catch on fire.

It takes Julian a little while to figure out what’s happening, but when he does he flails around uselessly for a few moments, cursing, and then hurriedly rips the scarf from his neck, stomping it into the ground before the flames finally go out. He stares at his poor ripped, burnt scarf sadly, briefly mourning its loss, before seeming to realize, oh wait, there are people around who could have just witnessed that.

In his desperate attempt to pretend like nothing happened, he moves to sit ever so nonchalantly on his now completely ruined scarf, trying to hide it from view. Yes, nothing to see here, not at all.