[And isn't this just like Saul to not want her to let go, either, once again in way too deep way too fast. This is how he works; all or nothing. How many times has that approach bitten him in the ass by now?
Answer: He's lost count.
Maybe that makes him a masochist.]
Not far.
[The walk from where they are to the housing building isn't far at all, and from there it's just five flights up and a short trip down the hallway to 509. No one's home, as Saul had suspected (and, let's be honest, hoped). The unit isn't anything special: sparsely decorated, but neat enough, considering three single — sorry; considering two single men live there.
...is that jumping the gun?
It's not a lack of manners that has him stepping out of his shoes and tossing his coat on the back of the couch when they enter. If anything, the yawn he stifles behind his hand might tip Effie off to his sudden lack of decorum.]
no subject
Answer: He's lost count.
Maybe that makes him a masochist.]
Not far.
[The walk from where they are to the housing building isn't far at all, and from there it's just five flights up and a short trip down the hallway to 509. No one's home, as Saul had suspected (and, let's be honest, hoped). The unit isn't anything special: sparsely decorated, but neat enough, considering three single — sorry; considering two single men live there.
...is that jumping the gun?
It's not a lack of manners that has him stepping out of his shoes and tossing his coat on the back of the couch when they enter. If anything, the yawn he stifles behind his hand might tip Effie off to his sudden lack of decorum.]
Did you say you wanted coffee?