"Right." And to be honest, the sun's a little high for Damian to feel entirely okay with being out. He nudges the door open for Feuilly. "Want to try one of these while they're warm? I do think they're better with coffee." But splitting one while they walk a half block back to his place and he avoids the shadow of the flapping sign near one of the shops isn't awful. He's - been trying to walk on the same side as it, and well - it's a game. The fear isn't as bad.

"I haven't sketched in ages, to be honest. It might. I -" He trails off. "Do you want to hear about - the things back on Lorena Station? Or - I'm half afraid I've said too much. You look about as old as I did when I ran the tunnels in Lorena." Which is a reference the guy won't get.

"That's got to get old, doesn't it?" Why does he hear a dry Victorian voice murmuring about building up his Stockholm syndrome? What would make it better?