"[b]Right...well, I suppose the decent thing to do would be to give her some time to herself, sit out hear, and listen to the natural music of the rain...[/b]" [i]The older man allowed a peaceful silence to envelop the two of them for a moment. The only noises were the verging sounds of rain falling onto different surfaces, the pitches differentiating in a way only provided by the wide range of surfaces provided by a city street. The man smiled kindly to the young man, then looked up into the sky, opening his mouth wide to catch the falling rain even as he squinted against it. Closing, he swallowed, the shuddered a bit.[/i] "[b]Cold.[/b]" [i]He said, breaking the little quiet.[/i] "[b]Cold and somewhat acidic. My stomach will punish me for that later, I am guessing...[/b]" [i]A grunt came from him as he returned his gaze to Miles.[/i] "[b]Decency is great and all...but you're a young lad, a ruffian, a real mischief maker, I can tell.[/b]" [i]Again the friendly and sympathetic smile.[/i] "[b]Do you think she knows we've been talking like this? That she knows I'm here? Because if not, I shall show you the way I always got out of my own exile to the outside.[/b]"