There are random moments in the day when Grey isn't with Cinna. If he's working with a client in his shop, if he is intent on working on a design (he is making glamorous, elaborate dresses, now, made with yards and yards if fabric that slips through Grey's fingers like water as he carefully handles it).
When he is alone, he often seeks the sun or the library: looking for books that he and Cinna can read together, or feeling that warmth on his shoulders. If it's warm enough, he will sit with his shirt off, feeling that heat on his shoulders. It often makes him sleepy.
When someone else enters the garden, he doesn't so much move as waken entirely, watching the girl who seems to be close to his own age. He still doesn't approach strangers; Cinna is all he needs. But if this girl looks up, she will see the silent, tattooed boy watching her without blinking. He doesn't look dangerous, not really. Just an observer, like a bird or a cat.
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When he is alone, he often seeks the sun or the library: looking for books that he and Cinna can read together, or feeling that warmth on his shoulders. If it's warm enough, he will sit with his shirt off, feeling that heat on his shoulders. It often makes him sleepy.
When someone else enters the garden, he doesn't so much move as waken entirely, watching the girl who seems to be close to his own age. He still doesn't approach strangers; Cinna is all he needs. But if this girl looks up, she will see the silent, tattooed boy watching her without blinking. He doesn't look dangerous, not really. Just an observer, like a bird or a cat.