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Matty didn't understand why he had to let some bloke walk his dog three times a day. George insisted on it, hell, even scheduled them to meet at the ass crack of dawn, it was only nine am, at a dog park that was far too long of a walk for Matty's taste. Allen loved it, though, being able to sniff around the streets of London. If George hadn't of made sure that he was awake an hour before the meeting with this Julian, he probably would have just brushed it off. It wasn't necessarily his fault that the dog occasionally didn't get the proper care, he truly did try to take care of him. He just sometimes forgot, just like he sometimes couldn't walk in a proper line or couldn't quite remember what he was doing at any point. They had to stop touring for a moment on the singer's behalf because he couldn't be out touring. This was his better day, where he could actually move without a weight in his limbs or him falling over his own feet. George questioned whether he could go alone, which Matty just dodged his calls of concern. He didn't need the prick to come with him, he was busy ignoring him for making him do this. Feeling light headed, he forced himself to sit down on the bench nearest the entrance of the dog park, looking at Allen as he wagged his tail and stared at his owner as if begging to be allowed to play with the other dogs. The only thing that was circulating his own mind was whether or not he had remembered to take his pills that morning. Rubbing his temples, he breathed out through his nose heavily. It was too fucking hot outside for this shit.

Julian fanned his shirt out, trying to provide some air to his sweating torso as he waited for the three dogs he was currently walking to finish smelling around the small patch of grass. Normally he'd be more brisk with the walks, not allowing them to linger over long at any one location, knowing the owners expected them to be properly exercised and tuckered out by the time they returned. But, today the sun was sweltering at a quarter till nine, and he felt that he could take his time with the walk. Besides, he knew he could make it to the dog park in ten minutes and be at the location to meet his new potential client, so there was really no need to hurry. He made his way over, three blocks north before heading four south, and he arrived with a few minutes to spare. He unleashed all the dog, watching as the rushed towards the communal water bowls and sat lapping up water like they had gone days without any. He left them to their own devices and walked to the west side of the park, spotting a man sitting on a bench with the dog he'd been shown pictures of. "Hey there, you must be Matt Healy, yeah? I'm Julien Pinceoti, nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand out the the other.

Matty begrudgingly had to acknowledge that George was right to be worried about him, especially since he was idiotic enough to walk in the heat during the middle of spring. The sun shown brightly on him, causing him to start sweating. He was also the prick to be in mostly black, it was as if his own brain hated him for deciding so poorly on a clothing choice. Suddenly there was a man walking up to him, much larger than Matty was sure most dog walkers were. He didn't bother getting up, knowing he'd only have a dizzy spell and he'd rather not fall flat on his ass in front of someone when first meeting them. "Yeah, that's me. Nice meeting you, mate," he said as he took the man's hand for a moment, though it didn't sound as convincing as it could. Allen was excited to meet someone knew, though, which brought a smile to Matty's face. The dog, much bigger than he was last year when he first got him, wagging his tail and trying to jump on Julian with his gusto of having a new person to sniff. "This is Allen, he's quite friendly, sorry, he normally jumps on my mates' laps too. He thinks he's still the size of a lap dog." He tugged weakly at the leash, trying to convince Allen to get down. It was too hot to be meeting the man, as the sweat that was already running down his temples as jarring enough, the sweat only causing him to feel sick.