*Nico di Angelo blinked a couple times before going over to the older boy, hoping that the kid couldn't see through the mist and wouldn't notice his sword*
Nico: hey, are you ok? did you fall? *Nico looked around, not noticing any fallen branches and narrowing his eyes slightly in suspicion; clearly the tree didn't break beneath this boy. maybe he accidentally let go???*
(I love him! Also, I think it's been generally assumed that the house we see him in isn't his actual house, but more like his murder hut?? I think someone suggested he has, like, and apartment or hotel room that he gets mail sent to and entertains guests at)
*Jane followed along, looking at the lamplit streets of the city. she watched the other people go by, occasionally unintentionally staring down some people if they caught her interest, but overall just enjoying the night air as they walked*
Jane: *matter-of-factly* it smells nicer out here. less like smoke. and whisky.
*Jane reached up to try and brush away the singular tear that had escaped, her touch clumsy, but kind. She gave the Creole man a small smile before looking around. Which way was home again? Was it towards the docks? Or was it down that darker path, more inland? Jane couldn’t remember*
*Jane walked to his front so she could see his face, eyes bright despite their endless void color*
Jane: it's ok. feeling feelings are good *the doll-like blonde tilted her head and continued* Miss Mimzy said that feeling things is what separates us from soulless dolls
*Jane thought carefully before she spoke again, closing her eyes for a few moments*
Jane: *simply* you want to go home? *the younger woman pulled back to take Alastor's hand rather than 'trapping' him in her arms*
