But at least, on the other side of this one, he comes to a place that doesn't hold too many bad memories for him. It's Alex's flat - or what was Alex's flat, before...everything.
'Blimey,' he mutters, and looks around. Everything's changed already. She'd had it all set out modern; white walls, striped sofa, red fittings against clean lines. Though it probably wasn't her, was it? She didn't furnish the place.
This is darker. Black sofa with satin pillows, midnight-blue carpet. A bloke's flat. Though the guy sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands doesn't seem to care what the place looks like.
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But at least, on the other side of this one, he comes to a place that doesn't hold too many bad memories for him. It's Alex's flat - or what was Alex's flat, before...everything.
'Blimey,' he mutters, and looks around. Everything's changed already. She'd had it all set out modern; white walls, striped sofa, red fittings against clean lines. Though it probably wasn't her, was it? She didn't furnish the place.
This is darker. Black sofa with satin pillows, midnight-blue carpet. A bloke's flat. Though the guy sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands doesn't seem to care what the place looks like.
Gene sighs.
'Deacon.'
As if that explains everything.
'My new D.I.'