Re: [loft: bruce/selina]
[She waited until she was past the beams of the kitchen, walls never completed anywhere in the loft and beams and curtains serving in place of walls and doors, to look him over. And then she poured him a tumbler of the bourbon, glasses beneath the end table and a long stretch of arm as she held out the glass half-filled with amber.]
You don't need to thank me. [It was said when he came close enough to take the glass, and she reached for her own and finished the fingerful that was left in the bottom before refilling.] I'm glad you're here. You can stay as long as you need to. [She smiled, fingers to his jaw where he was sloppy with a razor, and it was good she had some booze in her; she wouldn't have risked that touch otherwise.] Did you go by the office? [She motioned with her glass to the suit he wore.]