[And that was the crux of the problem. Red bleeding through, lingering, seeing things Lupin might either ignore or gloss over. He had been entirely too calm on the roof- too hesitant to take something he'd normally steal without a thought. Permission. Thieves don't ask for permission.

It's almost unfair to him, to lock away so much of his Goldie. And at the same time Adele cannot let the woman bleed through- echoes here and there but the bulk of her was gone. Left to whatever reality she'd come from, for better or for worse.]

...I do have a talent for being in the exact wrong place at the exact wrong time. I'm surprised something similar hadn't happened sooner, honestly. [He massages the bridge of her nose and looks back over to Red. After a long, thoughtful moment, he extends an arm.]

I only know of two other men in my life that would do the same. Both weren't around often enough for it to count.