He's been looking about, with interest, with disbelief, and now he shakes his head.
"Busy," he answers, half-smiling. "It smells different. It--I don't know, Lu. It's hard to say, truly."
People walk by without even giving them a second glance, and it feels marvelous, to walk hand in hand with Lucy down a busy street, no matter what street it is.
And so he can honestly answer "I like it," when she asks, and smile down at her.
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Date: 2006-07-14 05:37 am (UTC)"Busy," he answers, half-smiling. "It smells different. It--I don't know, Lu. It's hard to say, truly."
People walk by without even giving them a second glance, and it feels marvelous, to walk hand in hand with Lucy down a busy street, no matter what street it is.
And so he can honestly answer "I like it," when she asks, and smile down at her.