He'd grown comfortable, quite quickly really, with traveling daily to visit Vanessa at her shop. It wasn't perhaps the most... proper of places, considering the nature many of their meetings often took, but she hadn't objected yet and he wasn't about to fuss either. So long as her business seemed unharmed by these dalliances, he'd no reason to suggest anything else.
Though at this point, perhaps dalliance was far too light a term. He'd never much been a man for casual relationships of this vein, perhaps it was just to be expected that he'd grow so fond so fast.
As always, the hat was removed as he stepped in through the door, bringing along with him the scent of incense and gunpowder that seemed to just be a part of him now. At this point, walking in through the door felt so near to coming home, he knew precisely where to reach to rest that hat without looking for it, taking a brief moment to try and locate her from where he stood near the entrance.
"Good afternoon, Miss Ives." Because in spite of all that intimacy and those tender feelings, propriety still took precedence. At first, anyway.
For Vanessa
Though at this point, perhaps dalliance was far too light a term. He'd never much been a man for casual relationships of this vein, perhaps it was just to be expected that he'd grow so fond so fast.
As always, the hat was removed as he stepped in through the door, bringing along with him the scent of incense and gunpowder that seemed to just be a part of him now. At this point, walking in through the door felt so near to coming home, he knew precisely where to reach to rest that hat without looking for it, taking a brief moment to try and locate her from where he stood near the entrance.
"Good afternoon, Miss Ives." Because in spite of all that intimacy and those tender feelings, propriety still took precedence. At first, anyway.