huh.
he pockets the idea, having expected her to say, '𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴.'
his head turns, and he's holding a key betwixt scraped up fingers.
"'cause, I've been bad about visiting."
( ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ! 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒂𝒂𝒌. ) he leads the way through the wrought
Replying to @buriedProphecy
Liar, but he didn't have to know that.
Hm.
"Why are we out this way? I mean, it's gorgeous and you know I love these old buildings, but..? Why?"
he throws a wayward grin at her, his only hint that he just might agree with her, legs leading him into the city within minutes, walking slow enough that she wouldn't have to jog to stay at his side.
he has a destination in mind. she would realize it soon enough.
"what are you
"when have I ever given you a reason to worry?"
opening the door, meanwhile, looking at her like he already expects she'll follow him to gods-know-where he's going.
yeah, yeah. drops his hand. crooked lil smile.
"you're right, the hell am I worrying about you for?"
"I have extra rat traps if you need 'em."
jesting tone aside, the look in his eyes is serious, his thumb still gently inspecting the injury. this was done by a blade. she wouldn't keep anything from him,
—— 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
⠀⠀⠀[ @buriedProphecy ]
( long, lung-deflating sigh. he shakes his head. if she's still watching, maybe she'll catch wind of the crooked smile betraying his brooding. )
see? I can never win.



