Tanek was tiptoeing around the edge of the edge, making his way to Fisher. Tanek was comfortable at the edges: society, roofs, cliffs... His clothes and his mind frayed at the edges too, but these days, they were woven more closely together. Working at a clothing store helped, even if it was second hand. Not looking for that edge every day helped too.
It's what he liked and dreaded about Fisher. Where Sorin had been his angel, Fisher could act like his devil. He knew instinctively that she would be delighted by his would be lethal antics, if he let her.
"Hey," he said as he approached, stepping away from the gutter as he crossed the diagonal slant of the roof. He stepped as surely on shingles as he did on pavement, grinning at her. There was a joint stuck behind his ear. "I brought a party favor too."