Re: Roof, Hell's Kitchen: Clem, Bucky & Matt
[He told her where it was, by address. A few blocks away, short as the crow flies or over rooftop, but winding by street and foot.]
[Matthew quested with one hand to his left, away from the soldier, in the direction of Clementine's heartbeat, heat, and place in the air. He led with the back of his hand, his knuckles, really, with fingers loose, because he had learned a long time ago not to quest for anything with his fragile fingers leading. The gesture, as such, was an almost limp, passive movement, but once he found her arm, he flipped his hand over and caught her up in a grip so hard that he felt that if he let her go she might fall a long way down.]
Come. I will stop them, so you may return, and be as you were before.
[He let her go, and muttered,] Alack, that I bring ladies to the brink of arms and fire. No more places, allies to fall. [He took a step to quick, a rib went the wrong way, and he went white under the blood and grime.] Murrain on't. God. [He glanced at Clementine, and added, with great gravity.] Fuck. The lady may be right, my bones are misaligned.