Just cause you don't talk about it...doesn't mean we don't see it.
[He knocks his knuckles against one of the bars overhanging the balcony, turning his gaze to the traffic again. But with a sputter of his lips and an exhale, he decides now's the best time to change the subject.
He'd gotten that last part out, at least--and that was what was important.]
no subject
[He knocks his knuckles against one of the bars overhanging the balcony, turning his gaze to the traffic again. But with a sputter of his lips and an exhale, he decides now's the best time to change the subject.
He'd gotten that last part out, at least--and that was what was important.]
Ah, yeah. Mayoi.
[Where does he even begin.]