[He might not trust himself on a bad day - and there have been a few bad days lately - but the fact that she trusts him makes him more willing to just let himself unfurl in this space. He doesn't make eye contact with her at first. Difficult enough to move closer to the fragile display of lilies, pots and petals and all. Surprisingly when she leaves him there close enough that they'd bend if he so much as breathed on them, they don't shy away from his shadow.
His boots creak as he crouches down and makes a conscious effort to run his fingertips slowly around the edge of the pot first.]
I come to rooftops thinking about murder. [A quiet confession to curled white petals. He can't close his eyes for too long without those thoughts coming back to him, even with a lily in his face.] Nice to have something else to think about. [Flowers. Karen. Stars without the stripes.]
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His boots creak as he crouches down and makes a conscious effort to run his fingertips slowly around the edge of the pot first.]
I come to rooftops thinking about murder. [A quiet confession to curled white petals. He can't close his eyes for too long without those thoughts coming back to him, even with a lily in his face.] Nice to have something else to think about. [Flowers. Karen. Stars without the stripes.]