Kylo Ren had certainly been able to tell that his grandfather had returned to Verens, but... well, there were a number of things in question as far as that was concerned. The memories of this place. The time he may have come from. If he had accepted the darkness or still tried to reject it. As a result, he had yet to try to reach out to the man, or even observe him all that carefully in order to find out, though that was partly a result of the somewhat antagonistic relationship they'd had before, as well. Ren was a little more cautious these days.

But, well, when the man was right there... Kylo Ren didn't always think of the consequences before he did something, more cautious or not.

"What's your hurry?"

It was difficult to miss the trail Anakin was leaving behind, so while he may not have run into his grandson physically, the effects of his emotions made him too obvious to ignore. The area around Kylo didn't reflect things quite so noticeably, but there were hints here and there: slightly darker shadows, a greyer tint to the bricks nearby, the way he adjusted the scarf around his neck. He was incredibly jaded compared to the last time he met his grandfather, and the excitement he'd had at that time was replaced with a subdued anxiety.