"What, you mean you don't ride your broom in the night sky? Disappointing."
He can't resist a half-grin at that. The air brings some of him back to earth, roots him to the present (whatever it is that they're making of the present, anyway). Being out here helps the names and dates and the bitter taste of blood clear from his mind.
"Why the brownies?"
He knows, after all, that he'll never get an answer if he asks why she's here for him at all.
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23/5/16 03:05 (UTC)He can't resist a half-grin at that. The air brings some of him back to earth, roots him to the present (whatever it is that they're making of the present, anyway). Being out here helps the names and dates and the bitter taste of blood clear from his mind.
"Why the brownies?"
He knows, after all, that he'll never get an answer if he asks why she's here for him at all.