is a virtue, but when it's coming from a hulking mountain of a Revenant that tries to come in one of the first floor windows at two in the morning, fails, then picks the lock on the back door and sets off the house alarm (should have checked for tripwires, Frank!), cops a bag of curry powder to the face, and then stops, looks like he's listening to something for a second and then runs away like Vivi's brother just asked him to play mah-jong with him, it's just plain annoying.
So Vivi and I end up standing outside at 5.15am, in our pajamas, watching Frank run off. She looked at me, eyes wide, and I stared back at her.
She went "Bloody hell." and we both fell about laughing hysterically on the front lawn. Now our neighbours think we're a bit..."quirky".
I know sunsets are the typical romantic thing, but I'm partial to sunrises myself. Watching night turn into day.
I mean...we're lucky. The only things that have gone horribly wrong have been the Looped Apartment and the Ruins. I have to steal moments like that when I can because, well...
You never know when it'll all turn to dust in your hands.