Moved

He sighed gently and nodded in agreement, though he was pleased to hear that he was not the only one to have left. “I understand… I don’t blame you. I just wish it hadn’t gone that way. There is still so much more I don’t understand. But there were many members there who… honestly frightened me.” He insisted gently with a small frown on his face.

Her arm tightened around his shoulders, ” Where have you been staying? What do you say to staying with me for a while, my place isn’t glamorous but its secure. We can talk more there.”

"In hotels and… wherever I can." He replied gently, aware that there was still a lot about himself that she didn’t know. At her offer though, he gasped gently, looking at her with slightly wide eyes. "Are you serious…? I… would be incredibly grateful for that…"

"Nothing good I'm afraid...but not thing we can't handle. How is life on the east coast treating you? Still keeping the same company?"

“All forms?” she cocked an eyebrow “Presumably that means your own, as well, then?” she said, mentally reviewing the statement she’d been presented with “and failure when it’s completely unjust? when it has nothing to do with you whatsoever and there’s nothing you could conceivably to do repair it?” She narrowed her eyes briefly “I think maybe for the sake of being bold, succinct, and poetic, you have rather sacrificed the actual logical meaning behind whatever you’re attempting to say. And I’m still not sure precisely why you’re saying it to me.”

Evan chuckled, it was so like Antonia to dissect every little thing she came by. "It was a line in a book I read. I felt the wording fairly curious. I'd been mentally chewing on it. What do you make of it? If you can glean any meaning from it out of context."

Send me a ♬ and I'll shuffle my iTunes and whatever song pops up, I'll use the first line as the starter.