With the left side of his body hidden in the doorway of the bathroom, Kiernan leaned against the cold stone wall. He nodded at her, and could tell she had no wish to be spoken to nor touched. Kiernan tried to keep warm, (as he was dripping wet, and it was January in Scottland.) but he sighed. âIf you have a cigarette on you Iâll leave you alone and shut up.â he said quietly.
âSmokes in exchange of silence. Iâm growing fond of you just with that offer.â Looking at him, she ended up throwing him the box she had in her bag. âIâd offer you my sweatshirt but it probably wouldnât go down your shoulders.â She pointed out, muffling some laughter.













