Sleepy Fox Hollow Go get yourself under those dead-sea lights.

Etienne said what Anselm was thinking, but could not say aloud. It was tantamount to deserting his station — something Anselm struggled with coming to terms with. 

His friend made a quiet noise of sympathy. This moment would have been a tender moment between the two, if Anselm wasn’t a selfish and self-absorbed twit. 

Water splattered to the ground in quiet, repetitive drops. Anselm’ lip twitched. Mmm. Maybe. The conversation was bordering into dangerously vulnerable territory. Anselm changed the topic. Is Suzu still around? Maybe you should let her know. Vhere would we go?