Nicky hunts through for any useful pamphlet, any sign, and finds nothing. It looks like any other squatter now, and Yusuf's words start to draw him towards that conclusion. His doubt needles at Nicky. These conditions are poor, and they've lived in like, but at that time, they were at least together.
Is she alone in the desert, like she once was? He hadn't pressed Andy for details of after, when the end result was clear to them. No, he'd simply assumed that it paralleled how Yusuf had drawn him in. It's his words that comfort and heal.
The room yields no secret. Nicky makes a frustrated noise, and leaves to rejoin Yusuf.
'What is it?' he asks, but he's already found it. Fluttering innocently in the breeze, the handkerchief of a lover's promise, or something left behind as a signal. That is — in the pale light of the streetlamp, it looks too dark, too much like blood. Nicky freezes, eyes widening, and the wave of that emotion crashes instantly; he blanks into fury. 'Who has done this?' he demands, moving towards it at a brisk walk.
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Date: 2021-04-16 04:01 am (UTC)Is she alone in the desert, like she once was? He hadn't pressed Andy for details of after, when the end result was clear to them. No, he'd simply assumed that it paralleled how Yusuf had drawn him in. It's his words that comfort and heal.
The room yields no secret. Nicky makes a frustrated noise, and leaves to rejoin Yusuf.
'What is it?' he asks, but he's already found it. Fluttering innocently in the breeze, the handkerchief of a lover's promise, or something left behind as a signal. That is — in the pale light of the streetlamp, it looks too dark, too much like blood. Nicky freezes, eyes widening, and the wave of that emotion crashes instantly; he blanks into fury. 'Who has done this?' he demands, moving towards it at a brisk walk.