( just like the hours seem to pass after sunset, the minutes seem inconsequential when it comes to his arrival. she trusts that he'll get there--especially after that playfully snappy message, and she would argue that she could at least try to fix a broken neck, but whatever, it's better not to distract him. instead, she just sits, and waits, focuses her gaze out somewhere in front of her, on the way the buildings in the distance seem to slowly wink out the later it gets. there are still plenty out there, but not nearly as many as back home--

it's then that she senses him, rather than hears him, and it's odd, really, to miss something that had been so brief: it's not like having their strange bond mishap could make her suddenly aware of anywhere he went, but still, she imagines she would have felt his insides twisting with a resounding gross should they still be connected. and oddly, it would have even been comforting.

as it is, she just feels his presence there, lumbering up to come onto the flat end of the roof where she's sitting. he keeps a considerable amount of space between them, because of course he does, and where normally she would just saddle herself right up to him, hip to hip, she keeps it for now. he pulls down his mask as she glances over at him, and she smiles, something soft, until the words make her laugh.

a reassuring sort of laugh. a little desperate. )

Welcome home! ( she says, playfully: the sort of words that she might have used with elmyra, back home; she tucks her cheek against her knees, wraps her arms up around them and just watches him. )

Do you think you'll be able to stay awake? Maybe I can go back down and make some coffee for you in a couple hours.

( she nudges her boot against the bottle of liquor, rolled onto its side. ) This is for me. Bet you aren't good at drinking, huh? Neither am I.