He lingers in the entryway. It's the sort of lingering where you pretend nothing's changed—and it doesn't have to, as long as you never go in. Eris will always be just out of reach, but at least there, real in the apartment she barely used, in the City she defended but rarely saw.

It's a fool's dream. But what is he if not a fool? So he stays a little longer, sick with wishing.