the present now will later be past; methos (achanging) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gotham: Methos & Sam
[He was pretty sure he was right about this, whether or not she agreed. He was self-assured like that. He could act perfectly modest, but he was smart, a survivor, and clever for it. He also knew he was right about Paris.] They're rude. Even the other French don't like Paris.
I've been up the East Coast. I remember it being nice, but maybe just because it was next to Newark. [Hard for anything to look bad next to Newark.] It's been a while since I was through, though. [Maybe 150 years, even, since really being in Elizabeth and not just through NJ Transit. Time flies.
Her earnestness made him shake his head.] Not really. [That required identifying one place as home. Home was where his head is for him, and if he wanted for something more, he wasn't going to admit it. He had lost Alexa not so long ago for it to have stopped stinging yet, and his reunion with his brothers had left him wanting to avoid his past again. But he knew other people got homesick.] People drink to enjoy the drink. But do you think you'll go home? [He gestured to the bartender for another beer, having finished his first. He was behind her in the drinking, but he didn't mind. What he did mind was the idea of a dance.] Dance? Me? You won't want that.