Right, no. That way only leads to stress, and well, we already have that in abundance in this place. ( so why add to the list? they can cross that bridge if or when they get there. right now they have enough on their plate with just taking things as they are.
oh, but how she wishes they could easily fall back into the way things are for her back home. where she could come and go from his place as she wants. where he’d meet her out on patrol, mostly to watch her hunt and lend a helping hand if things — demons — got too slimy. and god, she misses patrol. she’s been full of pent up frustration and energy and taking some of it out on him with their fighting, because it’s something! )
Probably. ( she agrees, nodding slowly while slipping her hand free of his. even though she immediately regrets the loss she pulls back and wills her legs to move, turning and shuffling to the door. like him she remembers that morning. but not until she’s facing him again, back against the door and hand on the knob, whispering, ) This is me— ( she clamps her mouth shut, looking slightly horrified at herself for nearly repeating the same phrase. there’s no way that’s a good omen. and the pit in her stomach tells her as much.
luckily his question follow on the heels of her flashbacks. ) Twenty-two A. Just a few floors up. ( a hell of a lot closer than they’ve ever been before. but thankfully not as close as the city could have made them by putting them on the same floor. ) If you ever want to come over, you’re more than welcome to. ( that counts for an invite, doesn’t it? ) You could meet Jean. ( or just come and hangout with me. ) But if you don’t want to come by there, I work at Les Beans, a coffee shop in the Up, and Cafe Leblanc in the Down.
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oh, but how she wishes they could easily fall back into the way things are for her back home. where she could come and go from his place as she wants. where he’d meet her out on patrol, mostly to watch her hunt and lend a helping hand if things — demons — got too slimy. and god, she misses patrol. she’s been full of pent up frustration and energy and taking some of it out on him with their fighting, because it’s something! )
Probably. ( she agrees, nodding slowly while slipping her hand free of his. even though she immediately regrets the loss she pulls back and wills her legs to move, turning and shuffling to the door. like him she remembers that morning. but not until she’s facing him again, back against the door and hand on the knob, whispering, ) This is me— ( she clamps her mouth shut, looking slightly horrified at herself for nearly repeating the same phrase. there’s no way that’s a good omen. and the pit in her stomach tells her as much.
luckily his question follow on the heels of her flashbacks. ) Twenty-two A. Just a few floors up. ( a hell of a lot closer than they’ve ever been before. but thankfully not as close as the city could have made them by putting them on the same floor. ) If you ever want to come over, you’re more than welcome to. ( that counts for an invite, doesn’t it? ) You could meet Jean. ( or just come and hangout with me. ) But if you don’t want to come by there, I work at Les Beans, a coffee shop in the Up, and Cafe Leblanc in the Down.