Little wakes from unconsciousness into different company.
"Tang da-ge," she presses, trying to reel him back for a final snatch of constructive conversation before he sets off into the wilderness of his own head again, "who was that handsome gentleman?"
"So familiar." Tang Fan's preening at her address persists as far as them both toeing over the threshold before the smug smile falls flat from his face. Then, "Wait," he starts, craning so far to toss a look over his shoulder that he ends up twisting himself around in a circle. "What— what han…
"Tang da-ge," she presses, trying to reel him back for a final snatch of constructive conversation before he sets off into the wilderness of his own head again, "who was that handsome gentleman?"
"So familiar." Tang Fan's preening at her address persists as far as them both toeing over the threshold before the smug smile falls flat from his face. Then, "Wait," he starts, craning so far to toss a look over his shoulder that he ends up twisting himself around in a circle. "What— what handsome gentleman?"
Well, it's not quite a hairshirt.
The cause is long since lost. Richard Stoker's life as measured out in documents.
Fitzjames and Crozier take comfort in each other, despite everything.
Merridew is Merridew once more. Ralph is something else.
John Barwyk has better things to do than wait for a man to die, and yet here he is.
Sir John requires Goodsir's assistance in the creation of a heartfelt memento for Lady Jane. Goodsir tries to avoid thinking about it too hard.
Given such a tender gift, how can Seimei not tease him?
Mr. Hickey's wiles prevail for once.