[ he'd forgotten what it was like to be with someone he trusts so implicitly with every aspect of his life. her physical presence is a comfort he's sorely missed. ]

It's not inaccurate. [ he smiles to himself, lightly amused. ] Bit glossy. On the ground it's a weird mix of old-timey and modern, like a ren faire with some high tech. And there's loads of tension between the two cities that the refugee passport gets you into. [ he lowers his voice, aware of the potential for cctv on the station. ] I'm in the Olympian Royal Guard, [ he pulls a face 'cause posh, monarchist bullshit still isn't him, thanks. ] but I've been doing tailoring work for Wyver on the side.

[ "tailoring" ]