He's not expecting to find much in the Up besides a chance to stretch his legs and get out into the clear cold air that's denied them in the stuffy underground city. Truthfully he's still looking for a distraction and heading over to the Scratch is as good an excuse as any. The icy slush scattered across the sidewalk scrapes under the heels of his boots as he makes his way past the winter market, giving the whole thing no more than a passing glance, since --
A scent carried on the chilly breeze stops him in his tracks suddenly enough that he almost runs into a woman coming the other way. He barely notices her angry muttering as he pushes past her, turning around to head back down the street, now following his nose on an instinct that rises in his chest and rattles against his heart with heavy beating wings.
By the time he reaches the alley he has to force himself to slow down, approaching slowly to make sure what his senses telling him is actually real. Because he's not quite sure he can cope if it isn't.
He stops, backlit by the bright snowy day, taking in the sight of the two of them that somehow he's forgotten how much he missed.
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A scent carried on the chilly breeze stops him in his tracks suddenly enough that he almost runs into a woman coming the other way. He barely notices her angry muttering as he pushes past her, turning around to head back down the street, now following his nose on an instinct that rises in his chest and rattles against his heart with heavy beating wings.
By the time he reaches the alley he has to force himself to slow down, approaching slowly to make sure what his senses telling him is actually real. Because he's not quite sure he can cope if it isn't.
He stops, backlit by the bright snowy day, taking in the sight of the two of them that somehow he's forgotten how much he missed.
"Jeannie."