#perf location

it’s not his fault, he’s sure of it. it’s late and, yeah, craig’s good with late. some of his best work happens in the dead of night and maybe that’s what this is. watching ellie watching the city, her hair glows blood red in the fluorescent lights and against her top and the black of the sky. he doesn’t realize he’s staring ‘til she mentions it. “no,” he answers quickly, shakes it off. “-- sorry. no, you’re perfect. just wish i had my camera.” not that a picture would remotely encapsulate the moment.  he shows a half smile, nudges his shoulder to her’s. “rooftops in the middle of the night suit you.” he lets his gaze cast to the skyline, lets out a breath. “looks crazy down there.”