Wandering

[onlynothuman]

It was good while it lasted, the gig working for Harvey, but once it was over, Simon did his best to vanish again.  Sorry, Jack, Jon, or whoever you are.  Sell your own LSD.  Hide your own corpses, if you make any.  Simon has no desire to be caught if, God forbid, Mr. Dent decides to tell people where the bodies went

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[goshdarnniteowl]

Daniel's leg is healing up, at least. Sure, he can't run, or do anything too strenuous, yet -- it'll be at least a couple more weeks 'til he feels okay with the idea of going back to either of his jobs -- but he can walk well enough to get around town, to get to the little junk stores and military surplus places that he gets most of Nite Owl and Rorschach's supplies from.

It's on the way back to his car from one of these, scarf tight around his face and heavy canvas bag rattling with bits of sharp, cold metal, that he passes by that street corner.

He knows that voice, that pale, big-eyed face. And he almost freezes in the middle of the street, staring -- only barely turns it into a pretense of checking his bag. What do I do? What would Rorschach... he'd run after him and probably get stabbed again. Jeez, look at him, out here in just that coat, he must be freezing. No wonder he was... God, what'll he do for a place to stay if someone else offers? He's just a kid. Even he doesn't deserve...He takes a deep breath, and

[onlynothuman]

There's no recognition when Simon looks up at him, just an attempt at an alluring smile that does nothing to hide the utter wariness in his eyes. He pushes himself up the wall to his feet, dusting off his palms on the thighs of his pants, letting his hands linger there. "Just tonight. You got a hotel?"

[goshdarnniteowl]

His stomach turns at Simon's assumption, at his assumption that that's what Simon's assuming. "No -- no. Not like that." Oh God, this poor kid... He swallows hard. "A-an apartment. I can't give you a place to sleep, but I have hot food. And I can find you a better coat. Nothing in exchange."

[onlynothuman]

Simon looks Daniel up and down, then looks back into his face, chewing his lip. Big, well-fleshed. Just a bit soft. Perfect.

"No one's that generous." Just the right amount of suspicion. "What do you want?"