[He doesn’t ask her where she’s stopping. He wants to know, but it isn’t his business — not really. She will tell him if she wishes.
When she arrives at Red Wings, he’s standing outside of it, leaning against the wall with a guitar case propped up next to him. No one else is around. His smile is slight but genuine, and he lifts his hand in a little wave.]
All ready?
It’s strange to set out on a journey at this time of day.
[Not, he means, at the earliest light, though it still won’t be too late when they reach their destination.]
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When she arrives at Red Wings, he’s standing outside of it, leaning against the wall with a guitar case propped up next to him. No one else is around. His smile is slight but genuine, and he lifts his hand in a little wave.]
All ready?
It’s strange to set out on a journey at this time of day.
[Not, he means, at the earliest light, though it still won’t be too late when they reach their destination.]