After a moment, Wolfgang sits down, too, but pauses before to roll up the legs of their jeans so they can dangle their feet in the water without getting their clothes wet. Even though it's goddamn freezing. They have socks and towels back at the shop, it's fine. The water is probably also filthy, this is still New York, but the fish and ducks don't seem to mind, so how bad can it be. They could warm up the coat at least but they don't want to accidentally set it on fire.
They watch the air dim gradually, feel the air cooling slowly. The stars will be out soon but you can never see them in New York, not even in the park. Maybe one or two, but only that. “You are getting better.”