[Their place was a small, a one bedroom. However, the rafters were left open at request, so it would at least give her space away from him for her usual contemplations. The place kept the fog out - mostly, and that's where much of his attention was turning to until Jinx takes to the rafters.
Every day the fog was thickening. Each hour actually. Building almost like the nightly smog that clogged the undercity streets.
Silco tipped his head to stare up into the rafters, arms folded behind his back as he picked out her form in the dim evening light.]
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Every day the fog was thickening. Each hour actually. Building almost like the nightly smog that clogged the undercity streets.
Silco tipped his head to stare up into the rafters, arms folded behind his back as he picked out her form in the dim evening light.]
You should eat something.
[Read: Do you want to talk about what happened?]