He was the kind of person who kept himself wound tight and clamped down. It served him well most of the time but then the bad days hit and the catharsis wrung its way out of him with the force of a storm. The comfort, somehow, only made it worse.

"I don't know where you live," he mumbled, dropping his head to Marius' shoulder. They were close in height and it verged on awkwardness, but he didn't care.