( oz scarcely notices the rain as they walk back; in some odd way he hasn't realized yet, he's gotten used to it, and felt the lack of it in paris as noticeable and strange. the rain is cool and familiar, a welcome change from the heat radiating off the burning buildings in the war-torn city. gil's presence is a warmth that he's especially aware of after months without, too much time to wonder about worst case what-ifs.
he nods at the offer, answers quietly. )
Alright.
( he's hardly in any rush to face caesar or particularly lenalee, in any case. )
no subject
he nods at the offer, answers quietly. )
Alright.
( he's hardly in any rush to face caesar or particularly lenalee, in any case. )