Curtis's hand had stopped him: Grey had been leaning forward, like a moth to a flame.
He thought he had let Gilliam go: grieved his loss. But here he was and what Curtis said made no sense, not here when Gilliam was looking at him and reaching for him.
With a staggered sigh, he moved, kneeling by Gilliam, taking that hand in his. For all he thought, for all he had learned in the City, it seemed that this would always be home.
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Date: 2015-01-27 07:10 pm (UTC)He thought he had let Gilliam go: grieved his loss. But here he was and what Curtis said made no sense, not here when Gilliam was looking at him and reaching for him.
With a staggered sigh, he moved, kneeling by Gilliam, taking that hand in his. For all he thought, for all he had learned in the City, it seemed that this would always be home.