"He wouldn't say."
Maple Swallow chuckled low, lighting a cigarette, "That's just his style. But to be honest, I'm quite surprised to see you here."
"..."
Maple Swallow looked at her, "I thought he would keep everything from you."
Norris Moore eyed her own fingers dejectedly, "He's just worried about me."
"How long have you been here?"
"Almost half a month now."
Maple Swallow nodded slightly, said nothing, and slowly took a drag of his cigarette.
Norris Moore watched Maple Swallow's face and asked, "Did you come to take him back?"
"Me?" Maple Swallow laughed a little, his tone indifferent as he said to her, "I can't take him away. And even if I wanted to, he probably wouldn't want to leave this place."
His slim fingertips tapped off the ash, and he turned his head to glance at Norris Moore, "Want to go out for a walk?"
"..."
"Want to know what he's up to now?"
