Re: Webster's: Holly & Elijah
Knew in that second that the boy, Holly had noticed. It was in the facial expression. Which wasn't the ordinary facial expression when Elijah repaired things - how he thought about it, 'repairing' things like it was a broken-down engine in a garage. Made it normal, made it benign - which was a lot more wonder than fear. Read fear or at least, nothing that was a positive. The pen was largely irrelevant and his fingers tingled. Elijah put both hands into the pockets of his coat and tucked his chin into the scarf around his neck. Covering all skin exposure.
"Yeah. Got to go, got to -- go." Wanted out as much as the boy wanted him out. Elijah forgot the records, the Serge and the whispers. Dug in his pockets for gloves and yanked them on, standing in the space behind the boy who was undoing the locks on the door. Careful with distance, careful with standing too near. Minute the door was open, plunged through into the night. Didn't look back.