10-14-2014, 07:49 PM
Jensen joined Calvin at the wall of windows, and shivered as the blast of cold air touched his face. The loft sported a sweeping view of roof lines. All was quiet but for the gentle pelting of ice pellets ticking against the glass.
Calvin had already moved on, by then, going to grab his stuff and wrap his face in a scarf. Jensen closed the window and rubbed his chin, unsure of how to proceed. He felt his own eyes melt when they realized the depth of Calvin's silent pleading.
"Calvin, I don't think there is a fire. I think your mind is desperate to leave that your senses are confused."
Calvin had already moved on, by then, going to grab his stuff and wrap his face in a scarf. Jensen closed the window and rubbed his chin, unsure of how to proceed. He felt his own eyes melt when they realized the depth of Calvin's silent pleading.
"Calvin, I don't think there is a fire. I think your mind is desperate to leave that your senses are confused."