Crabb makes a low noise, taking a long, slow drink from her glass as her brow furrows ever deeper. "Christ, I dunno. We weren't ever all that close at home, y'know; we were friendly, sure, and I respected him a Hell of a lot, and we always knew the Note was this— this shadow over us both, but we didn't spend a lot of time together or nothin'."
They were friends, they were League, and Johnny honestly did a lot for her between letting them live out of the Margrave, his help with her wardrobe change and more, but it was a whole other context.
"But then we both ended up here and it's— it's different, y'know? We don't just talk more we see each other different, know each other better—understand better, I guess? Don't think I really realised just how much until I got back in November. We just— stopped usin' surnames, at some point, and I called him when I needed someone to sleep by me, and..."
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Crabb makes a low noise, taking a long, slow drink from her glass as her brow furrows ever deeper. "Christ, I dunno. We weren't ever all that close at home, y'know; we were friendly, sure, and I respected him a Hell of a lot, and we always knew the Note was this— this shadow over us both, but we didn't spend a lot of time together or nothin'."
They were friends, they were League, and Johnny honestly did a lot for her between letting them live out of the Margrave, his help with her wardrobe change and more, but it was a whole other context.
"But then we both ended up here and it's— it's different, y'know? We don't just talk more we see each other different, know each other better—understand better, I guess? Don't think I really realised just how much until I got back in November. We just— stopped usin' surnames, at some point, and I called him when I needed someone to sleep by me, and..."
She groans again. "Christ I ain't half rambling."