Dan hesitated. Then, carefully, he set down his bag, sat on the cold floor, and leaned his back against the wall. He watched Jinx sleep. The fight drained out of his face, replaced by something younger. More fragile.
It was Jinx. Blue hair wild. Knuckles split. Teeth bared in a feral grin. jinx x kim dan
And for two broken people in a broken city, that was more than enough. Dan hesitated
Jinx wiped a smear of blood from his lip, his dark, restless eyes finding Dan’s. There was no malice in them, only a cold, weary amusement. Dan hesitated. Then
Dan smiled. A small, real smile. “I don’t cry easily.”