Dreaming? This place? Harrow looks around, confused and yet suspiciously content. When his eyes land on Steve again he laughs quietly, and with it comes a casual shrug. "If this was a dream I couldn't be here. You said you'd show me Brooklyn, remember?" He doesn't remember the exact moment Steve said it, of course, but he believes it to be real. It's been too long since he's had to separate dreams and reality, and this is such a pleasant one, no matter which it is.
He marvels quietly at the bridge, hands in his pockets, and spends a breath imagining the smell of the water and the metal and stone and all the people who make up the city. By the end of his breath they're at a movie theatre. It's so well-suited for movies! The seats are all tiered just slightly, the screen is so big. What a wonderful place to enjoy movies. He imagines how it must feel for the room to be full. Strangers all around in the darkness. Would they talk like they do when he shows movies, or would they keep their thoughts to themselves? Hopefully not the latter.
"Those people who hurt you, are they still here? We could get even," he suggests, his tone as friendly as it was before.
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Date: 2016-01-30 01:53 am (UTC)He marvels quietly at the bridge, hands in his pockets, and spends a breath imagining the smell of the water and the metal and stone and all the people who make up the city. By the end of his breath they're at a movie theatre. It's so well-suited for movies! The seats are all tiered just slightly, the screen is so big. What a wonderful place to enjoy movies. He imagines how it must feel for the room to be full. Strangers all around in the darkness. Would they talk like they do when he shows movies, or would they keep their thoughts to themselves? Hopefully not the latter.
"Those people who hurt you, are they still here? We could get even," he suggests, his tone as friendly as it was before.