Re: [quicklog: the lookout]
[Adrian followed Patrick in, and he visibly relaxed a little once the hellos were over. He liked Patrick. He didn't feel the need to be self-conscious in his presence. Patrick had never made him feel under the microscope, no matter what had happened since they became re-acquainted.
He wouldn't have been able to live with the mess, but it felt appropriate for Patrick. He preferred cleanliness and simplicity, but he wasn't exactly a fastidious housekeeper. He crossed to the window when Patrick pointed to the view.] It is...epic. [The word fit well in its modern sense, and in the slightly older one. Adrian had a soft voice, still inflected by a life lived primarily in England. Sue, notably, did not.]
I can see my house from here. [He looked over his shoulder at Patrick, then tipped his head in the direction of the neighborhood.] The old one. [The house where he had grown up was just another shape in the neighborhood, partially shrouded by trees. That slate-colored roof, though, was immediately identifiable, even from this distance.
He took a breath, leaning close to the windows, looking at the town, then at the expanse of green around them, stretching into the distance.] It must be beautiful. We should come back, after patrolling. I'd like to see that. [He turned his gaze back to Patrick.] I would love sleeping up here. It's like a treehouse. Very far from the world.
His eyes roved over the collection of objects still in the space.] How is the new place? [Despite his best efforts, Adrian still curved inward a little. He wasn't tall to begin with, but he rarely took advantage of his own height.
He hadn't forgotten that Patrick had been curiously reticent to talk about moving, had made it clear there was nothing serious between himself and Destiny, even though they were living together. It had seemed strange then, and it seemed more strange now, standing in a place that seemed so tailor made for Patrick. Why give it up, if not for something real?]