"That's true." He stops almost a little abruptly, fingers hovering in mid-air, then turns and slides into the seat across from the sofa.

He leans forward, elbows on thighs, fingers steepled together. If it gives the impression that he's on edge, it's because he is. His time in the city has been full of temptation, everyone telling him it's okay to be a certain way, you can even do it legally or just make sure you don't get caught. It doesn't take much these days to rub away the nice exterior and reveal the jagged edges.

"And I am in here with you." He wonders why that is, given everything Hasibe knows about him.