[ Dick rolls one foot at the ankle while he smokes, boot leather too oiled and careworn to creak. He’s back to studying her again after a puff or two, the side-angled slant of a man who knows he will not make better choices in the future but wishes he would. ]
No.
[ He takes his time thinking about it.
They are very far afield of the subject of lyrium and touching other Rifters with it. ]
no subject
No.
[ He takes his time thinking about it.
They are very far afield of the subject of lyrium and touching other Rifters with it. ]