The whole body was exuding a sour and gunpowder-like atmosphere…
After dinner, Jonah Xavier sat for a short while before getting up to say goodbye. He was acutely aware of maintaining this boundary; at present, he and Laura Quincy were just friends.
Once over the line, he's afraid Laura might avoid him, making it not worth the risk.
"If you have any difficulties in Norcastle, you can find Sean Vaughn. He's a local and has a slight superiority over outsiders."
Jonah Xavier's tone was gentle, like an old friend giving meticulous advice.
Laura Quincy felt a warm swell in her heart. Jonah Xavier was indeed a very trustworthy friend, and he never acted inappropriately towards her, always striking just the right balance.
"Mm."
The two walked and chatted, and when they reached the building where Laura lived, Jonah Xavier suggested she stop seeing him off, "The nights in Norcastle are too cold, hurry up and go upstairs!"
Laura gathered her wind-tousled hair, "Mm."
