"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," she said wryly, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "I'll... talk to you later, okay?" * * * He frowned, cocking his head. "Are you sure?"
She gave him a slight smile, but her eyes were still melancholy. She put her hands in her pockets before turning to walk back down the street in the falling snow. Her tattoo peeked out from under her collar, exposed by her hair being up and she walked with her head looking down, her spine visible against her skin. * * * He paused before giving her a relieved smile. "That's good. They'd be cross with me if I had to replace you."
He laughed shortly, his eyes crinkling with the motion. He took off his glasses to clean them. "You could say that."
"You have a point," he said, frowning, his brow furrowed. He took off his glasses and began polishing them again, somewhat nervously.
He frowned at her before standing up. "I have to be careful what I say to you," he told her, "if I don't want to cause more trouble than I already have."
