( he remembered. of course he did. how could he forget where that awfully familiar spare key was kept?
right at the bottom of the shrubbery, by amelia’s front door. where it had been since their bsaa days, before he’d ‘died’, and before he’d become a voluntary stranger to +
with a skilled hand, he’d wrangled the couch throw from behind her sleeping form and draped it over her legs. and the other? it’d slipped the glass from her fingers, placing it on the table with the faintest clink. revenant spoke in a whispered register, once he’d stepped back )