Don stood there, watching Elle and Trixie walk off, their chatter fading as they disappeared into the tram. He stayed still, his arms loose at his sides, while Gary came up next to him.
Gary's steps were soft, hands tucked neatly behind his back as always. When he stopped, he sighed lightly. "Good to see the young madam back to her old self," Gary said, smiling faintly. "I knew she'd listen to you, Sir Don."
Don didn't reply right away, his gaze lingering down the now empty tram stop. 'Was it really me?' he thought, still chewing on the subtle changes he'd seen in Elle. Her split personality, that wild side—it had left a deeper mark than he wanted to admit. It all felt connected somehow, and that nagged at him.
Finally, he shrugged. "Agreed. It's my fault anyway that she wasn't her whole self to begin with."
He glanced sideways at Gary, just barely, like he wasn't really looking. 'Come on, take the bait.'
