Roof, Friday night, late

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter's not brooding. Well, maybe a little, but it's not a full on emo brood, so it could be worse. He has a bottle of something someone his age probably shouldn't have, and he's watching the stars and thinking about life, the universe, and green boys everything.

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia doesn't so much as answer as stare up at the invisible stars for a long moment, absently plucking at the strings of the guitar.

For a moment, it almost seems like she knows what she's doing with the thing.

"It's getting cold," she finally says, very softly. And then a sudden change of topic, made without ever once actually looking in Walter's direction. "Do you know who your parents are?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter has his mouth open to suggest that they go inside when Nadia asks about his parents. It's not a big secret. It's been more than four years after all - or sixty-five, depending upon how you count.

"Yeah. They were killed in the Blitz. Why?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia winces. She hadn't really expected to bring up something like that . . . okay, she hadn't expected to bring up the subject of parents at all, but it was so very much on her mind.

"I have no clue who mine are. Were." She laughs slightly. "Well, hopefully I do have at least one clue, because Veronica said she'd help me find out, but. . . ." she shrugs. "I don't know, when you said 'they' brought you to Hellsing, I guess I thought maybe you were like me."

She still isn't looking at him. Or seemingly at anything. She's just staring up at the clouds. The light of the town has turned them dark grey, and she shivers.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Which question to ask first? He looks up the grey starlessness and back at Nadia. "What do you mean like you?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia tenses very slightly. "It-It really is getting cold." She picks up her guitar and stands up. "I should get going."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter stays where he's sitting and looks up at her. "Alright. I'll let you go someplace warm. Some warmer night, I'll tell you the story of picking the wrong pocket and ending up a butler." He picks up the bottle and takes one last long pull before putting the top back on.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia opens her mouth, possibly to explain, possibly to . . . well, knowing her, say something really stupid. Instead she closes it again as she starts back inside.

"Good night, Walter,"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Good night, Nadia." Walter goes back to watching the non-stars for a few minutes until he's sure Nadia's gone and then follows her inside to warm up.