Oct 8, 2018
@expyy
“You…you live in….” He pauses, his voice damp, almost sticky sounding. It’s hard to make out his features in the dark lighting of the subway station, but it’s clear that he’s blonde, there’s something on his face, but it’s hard to tell if its dirt or….something else,
“You live in the apartments don’t you? Room 302?”
Henry tenses, taking a step back from the voice. Even several feet away, he can smell something like rust on the man’s breath. “How do you...” He clears his throat, wipes sweaty hands on his jeans. “I’m sorry. Do I know you from somewhere?” He's beginning to regret the decision to confront the stranger, but this was the third time he’d noticed him lagging behind him like a shadow in the station.
