"Not yet," Vrenille looks up, leaning his head into K's touch and managing a small, wan smile. He turns his head towards the crates, the larger centre one and the two smaller on each side.
"I wanna remember him here a minute. Was the only time he ever came here. Never when this place was whole. Just that once, and we sat there together."
It sound strange without context, maybe, this grief for someone so rarely in his space, makes it seem--well, he doesn't know how it might seem. But it matters that it's K he's saying this to. He doesn't know anyone else he could tell, no one else in this whole city, so he doesn't mind staying out in the cold a while.
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Date: 2024-01-23 11:22 am (UTC)"I wanna remember him here a minute. Was the only time he ever came here. Never when this place was whole. Just that once, and we sat there together."
It sound strange without context, maybe, this grief for someone so rarely in his space, makes it seem--well, he doesn't know how it might seem. But it matters that it's K he's saying this to. He doesn't know anyone else he could tell, no one else in this whole city, so he doesn't mind staying out in the cold a while.