Re: Near the Memory Emporium, across the way
"If you figure it out, let me know. I've seen a lot - a lot - and I still get thrown for a loop." He watched as her head tipped back, and slid his leg down, crossing it over the other to mirror her posture. With her shoes slipped off, he reached over to wrap a hand around one foot, thumb pressing into the arch of her instep where he knew those heels would make her feet ache. No matter how used to them her body was. It was an offered comfort in the face of everything he'd just told her.
"What else would we do? I don't know that we can even hope to leave at this point."