[he pauses a moment to look thoughtful, almost maudlin, his mood still not really right. when that moment passes, he starts to shake his head, stops, and then hums, instead]
I miss my things. I miss the sound of Chicago, alive outside my windows. [if sleep had been a thing earlier, he's not sure he could have, for all that the white noise would have been wrong. either way, though, after a beat, he flashes Ren a wry smile] I don't miss paying 1500 a month for a fucking postage stamp. [never mind the fact that he wasn't paying his rent with his money]
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[he pauses a moment to look thoughtful, almost maudlin, his mood still not really right. when that moment passes, he starts to shake his head, stops, and then hums, instead]
I miss my things. I miss the sound of Chicago, alive outside my windows. [if sleep had been a thing earlier, he's not sure he could have, for all that the white noise would have been wrong. either way, though, after a beat, he flashes Ren a wry smile] I don't miss paying 1500 a month for a fucking postage stamp. [never mind the fact that he wasn't paying his rent with his money]