I will... [And the last few steps crunching over snow give way to steps echoing off a hard surface and the creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak of a door swinging open and shut, and the muffled voices of a room behind him locked in private conversations and Ace ordering food.]
I'll let you know when I reach home.
[Or he'll let you know when he's reached a safe bed... Law does not realize (in this sorry state) that Marco hasn't an idea that he's moved.]
[ voice | private ]
I'll let you know when I reach home.
[Or he'll let you know when he's reached a safe bed... Law does not realize (in this sorry state) that Marco hasn't an idea that he's moved.]