Leading them down the hall toward the foyer, only slightly more aimless than his companion, Jean-Leon's face lit up at the mention of home. Queens was what, twenty minutes away? "I'm just by your zip code, over in Brooklyn!" He let out a cheerful whoop from low in his chest, springing on his toes to walk backwards so he could face Rhett. "Up top from the B-K!" came out half-song, half-barked in that way only people enthusiastic about their hometown can be.
"There's a bunch of us from around there, so we'll have to hook up once we get back." He bumped his elbow into Rhett, hyped from their vague connection. "I could stand some more of that messed up sense of humor you've got going on there," because really, 'kind of funny'; yeah, he could appreciate that artistic irony. "I get what you saying about the city at night. There's this pocket of time where everything just stops for a minute. You can just," he made a low whistling noise, wiggled his fingers like there was magic waving from them, "slip through the cracks."
The hall opened up into the wide space of the foyer, which was beautiful. The chandelier, the way the steps swept up on either side- the house was lovely, and you know, if they were going to be kidnapped and spirited away, at least it was in a place this nice. "You go on these walks every night or what? Your got a S.O. or roommate that every goes with you?"