Bahorel nods, trying to picture it. "Then she did get out and clear of the law; I'm glad. Hah, had they put the street back in its bed? --Wait, did you go to the Musain, were there any of our crowd there?"
He asks a fleet of questions, details about old streets, old buildings, places they both knew. Every answer prompts another question. He's aware that he's rather interrogating his friend; he'd feel sorry for it, but...
But he doesn't, and that's all there is to it. This is likely the last he'll ever hear of their Paris, from someone who knows it in at all the same way he did. He wants to fix every word of it while the memories are fresh.
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Date: 2015-11-16 05:28 am (UTC)From:He asks a fleet of questions, details about old streets, old buildings, places they both knew. Every answer prompts another question. He's aware that he's rather interrogating his friend; he'd feel sorry for it, but...
But he doesn't, and that's all there is to it. This is likely the last he'll ever hear of their Paris, from someone who knows it in at all the same way he did. He wants to fix every word of it while the memories are fresh.