[They walk in silence, but it's nice. Her hand is warm in his, and the shadows settle around them like a blanket. She's amazed by how the tension leaves her shoulders when they reach the Underground. Noisy and crowded and violent as it is, she feels at home here. In the Underground, nobody's bothered by how rough she is, or her temper, or the million ways she falls short. She fits in down here.
no subject
Although...maybe not this specific block.]
Are you sure I'm gonna be welcome down here?