After Johann left, Edward turned back to the joint he was buffering, but Patrick’s hand on his arm stopped.
“I think we’re far enough along to test the footlights, see if they’ll give people a rosy glow from below.” He grinned, and Edward had the sense he’d said something vaguely dirty.
Speaking of dirty… Edward wiped his hands on a rag that may have been white at one point but now matched the dingy state of his and Patrick’s clothing. Contorting into and squeezing through small spaces in the old building certainly made his work more challenging than it had been at the university, but he didn’t feel like he could ever return to those pristine halls of his previous life.
“It may be a good opportunity to get the others’ minds off the situation, as much as that can happen,” Patrick said.
