If they couldn't talk about the future (or her future, rather), then they would talk about the past. Normally he didn't discuss such things, preferring to keep that kind of information to himself unless asked directly about it, but this was an exception. He wanted to talk. He didn't want to clam up and go quiet, keeps-to-himself vamp on her all over again and be stuck back at the same square they were at when he first ran into her at that party. She and the others had contributed to so much of who and what he became - the person he is now - and he doesn't want to lose that. His friends may be gone, but they left behind a great legacy and a socially awkward vampire who used to sit alone in the dark and not do much of anything else was but one of the many lives they touched.

"No I didn't, did I?" He squeezed her had back, refusing to let it go now that he had it, not caring who saw them walking hand-in-hand or what they thought of it. "There were girls, but they weren't like the girls now. The rules of society were very different when I was growing up and women played a much different role. You would've hated it. Maybe not the glitz and glamor part, had you been born into high nobility, because God knows you love fashion and shoes and - do you really need that many shoes?"

As they reached the bottom of the stairs and he pushed open the door to the outside, releasing them out into the cold air of Luceti's winter, but still not releasing her hand, he recalled helping to pack up her apartment. There'd been so many shoes. He hadn't seen her wear half of them, and if she had, he hadn't noticed them. It made him look down at her feet for a moment and take note of the pair she had on now, before looking back up to watch where he was going.

"Anyway, you would've hated the role they expected girls to play back then. You're too stubborn. Too opinionated."