"Yeah." He said, then more enthusiastically. "Yeah. I fucking miss trees." Not that Seattle parks were full of them--they tended to be more like postage stamps, squat squares of green parked in the middle of all the grey.
His hands shoved into his pockets as he unconsciously mirrored Zadkiel's movements, walking quietly alongside him. "So... um. Dude. What's wrong?"
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