now the Hunting Winds are loose...

[silenttrainbaby]

The piece of paper - the waiver - fluttered from Grey's hand as he pushed his way into Rat's rooms. He looks for the other boy, finds him and comes over. His clothes are dirty, pieces of gravel still sticking to them, something still in his hair. His hands are dirty, but his cheeks are flushed and he kneels before where Rat reads, pressing his cheek to Rat's hand.

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[plaguedrat]

"Smaller, in the train?" he guesses. Even the biggest most luxurious train is still an iron box on wheels.

[silenttrainbaby]

A nod. Grey could run from one end of the car to the other, but that was it. Here, he could run and run and run.

[plaguedrat]

It sounds like living in a cage; Rat doesn't think he could bear it.

"And now you have the whole city."

[silenttrainbaby]

And for the first time, that doesn't sound terrible or overwhelming or frightening. Grey's eyes light up a little bit as he nods. He touches Rat's cheek. They can go together?

[plaguedrat]

He's pretty damn nimble. Rat thinks he could keep up. If he can't, he'll find a way to.

"Yeah."

[silenttrainbaby]

Even if he doesn't smile, the whole of Grey's face lights up.

Suddenly, this place seems so much better. So much.

He leans forward, kissing Rat.

[plaguedrat]

Sighing, he leans into his arms and returns the kiss, letting the world pass away for him. It's a world they've made their own, right here in the kitchen.