Aug 18, 2017
Caradoc looked a little worse for wear. No, he felt a little worse for wear, but he didn’t need to see his reflection to know he looked it, too. The stairs up to Robert’s flat only reassured him that he was right. Each flight took longer than the last, and when he finally reached the door he sought, he had to lean against the door frame and catch his breath before knocking. And even once he did, he jammed his shoulder up against the wall while he waited for an answer, spent for the energy it might have taken him to explain why he was there---if he had even known why in the first place.