"Hm."

His head aches again this morning....why....

He dozed off in the library.... Sleep finally winning..

He's not in the mood today. Leaning against the wall of an alley, he's got his hands in his pockets and the small knife he usually has on him is flicking itself repeatedly at the opposite wall.

Coffee....judging over the rim of his cup.

He responds to power... Those who are weak can burn.

If such is how people wish to see it...so be it. It changes nothing.

Quiet.

A book, a coffee.... He is content for now.

That it does.

For some it might.

Alcohol and his power do not mix well... He's turning down an invitation yet again from an old fool who thinks they were friends back then.

He's out...looking at the moon.

A book in hand, he's ignoring the world for a bit .

Reading, though he's also scanning the area mentally.

He's exhausted, mentally and emotionally, for someone who lacks emotion...

....It has been awhile.