"I'll be out anyway," Yuri said, shaking his head. "I'm meeting Mila tonight, so it'll just be easier if I drop her off again. What are you taking with you, kiddo?" He addressed Clare.
Gwawr finally pivoted her body so that her back was not to Yuri. "When you drop her off, would you mind bringing the bag I left in your front room with you?" When Yuri looked at her again, there was something deep, hot water through old pipes, that passed between them, and Yuri's jaw felt rusted shut.
"Yeah," he said. This had passed in the space of a normal break in conversation. "Yeah, no problem. I don't want to know if there are any illegal oranges in them." It was actually a joke; the pair of them had consistently had a bitch of a time getting through customs in their travels because of Gwawr's travels.