One hand lifts, cupping against hers, so delicate and tiny against his own. "Then maybe we can start to make some sense of this place. Wherever it is we've ended up now."
All he knows it is that it's no part of the city he knows. And maybe that's for the best.
no subject
One hand lifts, cupping against hers, so delicate and tiny against his own. "Then maybe we can start to make some sense of this place. Wherever it is we've ended up now."
All he knows it is that it's no part of the city he knows. And maybe that's for the best.