Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
"I'm so glad to hear that." It was nice to know that someone would save him a cold, hard, linoleum tile or two to sleep on if he ever needed to crash and burn at their house. "It depends on where I end up heading. If I stay in New York, I might be dragging along after you for a few extra days." And he was sure the thought was entirely comforting to her, knowing that the king of sarcasm would be following her heels.
Aiden's eyes were drawn again to the wreckage of the building. At this point, there were no more flames, just smoke and ash and embers. His smile faded as he stared at it. How did you feel about your home coming to a crashing halt like that? It would make for an interesting story later, he was sure, but still. It had moved all their stuff out - it had known. Was it murder or suicide?
Why was he still thinking about this?
"Are you heading out soon, then?" he asked to distract himself, shifting the shoulderbag to a more comfortable spot.