[That's true. Maybe everyone here has been dead a while now. That's why that gentleman that kissed him smelled pretty bad. Maybe there's still time. Layla might-- be able to help them stop everything.
God, Layla. If he sees her here he's going to be Upset.]
...okay. [He lurches forward a bit, tries to stick close to Marc, internalise all the unhappiness he feels about dying and letting the world down. It's not busy like the tube during peak hour but it's not just the two of them either. They need to be careful, in case there's any of Harrow's spies in here. The note did say they're being watched...]
Look. There's your den of iniquity... [Steven looks over at the bar. He's not particularly interested in drinking, but. He wouldn't mind some hot food, if they can find a place to sit and eat. He's not particularly hungry, but a hearty soup is how he finds comfort where Marc might prefer searching at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.]
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God, Layla. If he sees her here he's going to be Upset.]
...okay. [He lurches forward a bit, tries to stick close to Marc, internalise all the unhappiness he feels about dying and letting the world down. It's not busy like the tube during peak hour but it's not just the two of them either. They need to be careful, in case there's any of Harrow's spies in here. The note did say they're being watched...]
Look. There's your den of iniquity... [Steven looks over at the bar. He's not particularly interested in drinking, but. He wouldn't mind some hot food, if they can find a place to sit and eat. He's not particularly hungry, but a hearty soup is how he finds comfort where Marc might prefer searching at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.]