It's wet. [ He doesn't understand, not on his own. He knows what it's like to sleep in the freezing cold, or unbearable heat, circumstances not of his choosing. It'd be one thing if the weather were better, he's slept on a fire escape during cool summer nights.
He frowns at the look she gives him, but offers no argument in return. Instead he sits so that she doesn't have to keep looking up at him, a sharp burst of pain lancing through his leg as he folds one over the other. ]
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He frowns at the look she gives him, but offers no argument in return. Instead he sits so that she doesn't have to keep looking up at him, a sharp burst of pain lancing through his leg as he folds one over the other. ]