[That blanket was kind of adorable, but Lio wasn't going to comment on it. His own was covered in little fire trucks, so it wasn't like Jean was going to feel too out of place.]

Hm.

[Lio hummed in agreement, looking out over the city, from left to right.]

I've never lived anywhere this bright. Or loud. We lived in the desert, far on the outskirts of any city.

[He offered his free hand to Jean as he took a long drag off his cigarette, blowing the smoke down wind before turning back to face him.]

It won't be much, but it's enough to get by, if you want to take my hand.