Jade Fern Grove hören

The silence was preferred when they fell into it.

So he jogged along Mahler, drifting by the man’s older side like a tide. Sometimes close and other times a bit behind or forward. If anything was asked of him on the way (pick something up, look somewhere, anything the man might have conjured) he would have been happy to do so.

This felt familiar to home.

Can close here maybe? :D