Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
He was, as always, receptive to the physical attention (though touching his nose tended to make him sneeze), but said no more specific. When she looked down at him again, he was staring at the pieces of the mirror, and jerked his head back around to see what she spoke of. He looked for a moment, head tilting from side to side again, before he nodded, sending leonine dust motes up into the growing shafts of bright morning sunshine. "It is more in order. I am glad it likes you." It was one thing if she liked the garden, but another thing again if the garden liked her. He put his head down and nudged her toward the apartment. "You don't need to clean right now. It is late--early--and you have not slept." Nudge.