Re: Brooklyn: Wren & Ryan
[Wren, despite a lifetime of things gone bad, hadn't ever been injured like Ryan was. Not permanent, and not life-changing, not on the outside. And the internal scars, those were scabs and scabs and numb beneath, and they weren't even there anymore, not really, not where the woman sharing the steps with Ryan could feel. And Wren liked to think Luke made those better, the inside things, the things in her head that churned and churned sometimes. But Ryan didn't have anyone like that, and Wren tried to remember the in-between years, the years filled with nothing to hold onto, nothing to lean against. But those were numb too, nothings wrapped in nothing, and she wondered how Ryan managed.]
Okay. Five more minutes isn't long. Will they know to come in and get you, or should I go wait for them? [Wren didn't know if it was a special cab company, one that knew Ryan would need help.] We'll get you home, oui? [She assumed Ryan had things set up comfortably there.
Wren didn't mention Marco. She didn't mention why Marco was quiet. She didn't say anything at all about the man upstairs.]
The hotel made us all young once, but it happened together. [She shook her head, feeling genuinely sad for the woman beside her, and yet trying not to let it show.] Non. Nothing seems to ever stay. Everything always goes back eventually. At least, it has for me.