[ After a moment's pause, he hooks his hat on the bedpost and sits beside her. The knife between them.
He appreciates that. Fitting.
First he unfolds the map sketched on the faded menu of some long-gone cafe. Briefly imagines (he's done it before) its former life listing foods and prices, coffee spilled on it. He touches the description in the lower corner. ] Ellie. [ A look to Tess—quick and unguarded, ready to hold her gaze or not. Then he goes back to spreading the maps over his knees, the QZ and the route to the checkpoint.
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He appreciates that. Fitting.
First he unfolds the map sketched on the faded menu of some long-gone cafe. Briefly imagines (he's done it before) its former life listing foods and prices, coffee spilled on it. He touches the description in the lower corner. ] Ellie. [ A look to Tess—quick and unguarded, ready to hold her gaze or not. Then he goes back to spreading the maps over his knees, the QZ and the route to the checkpoint.
He'd taken care of them. ] Talk me through it?