He tips his head in a small nod, deciding to let the subject drop for now. If she wants to know more about what happened, she can always ask, but for the moment he's covered most of the bases, he thinks.
It's a tiny door and a narrow flight of stairs that take them to a dingy flat that's a little more than a room with a mattress on the floor, a couch in one corner, and a minimally equipped kitchenette. It's clean and tidy for the most part, but it's still far from impressive, though as they step inside his main concern is with gathering all the sheets of paper scattered around the room. All of them scribbled and written on, some with long paragraphs, others with nearly everything scratched out, and a couple even crumpled up.
Should've definitely remembered all his unfinished letters to her, good job Bruce.
no subject
Besides, they're passing the café just now, and he nods toward the corner just a few feet ahead.
"We're here."
It's a tiny door and a narrow flight of stairs that take them to a dingy flat that's a little more than a room with a mattress on the floor, a couch in one corner, and a minimally equipped kitchenette. It's clean and tidy for the most part, but it's still far from impressive, though as they step inside his main concern is with gathering all the sheets of paper scattered around the room. All of them scribbled and written on, some with long paragraphs, others with nearly everything scratched out, and a couple even crumpled up.
Should've definitely remembered all his unfinished letters to her, good job Bruce.