Snippet #2269784

When Pat's breath started to slow and his heart went back to normal slightly, he thought it was best for him and maybe the Scion, if he made some distracting conversation. "So I didn't get your name? And also why do you not hide the fact that you're Scion? I've been wondering about that all night, most people try to blend in, but not you."

He let go the Scion's hand and walked a little ahead, starting to leave the alley, his hands now in his pocket. Pat turned around and nodded at the Scion with his head to follow his lead, "Come on, I'll walk you home."

It was dark out and slightly chilled from breeze coming off the ocean. Pat turned and started walking when the Scion had caught up enough. At the end of the alley Pat let his companion take the lead since he wasn't sure where he was going. He kept his eyes open for any hidden dangers, but he also let his eyes wander; looking at the glow that the street lights gave off, the type of color hues it gave anything that was around it. The light and dark was close together that your eyes hurt from the quick changes. You could either say that it was dark with specks for light poking through its thick curtain, or you could initiate that it was in fact light that the dark was encroaching on. The options were clear, but one thing Pat was certain that most would agree that San Francisco at night was more beautiful than most places anywhere else on earth. As he walked along he felt the need to take hold of his companion's hand again, not because he was going to pull him along, but just because. He tried to ignore this and keep walking, so to take his mind off of it he replayed what happened in the club in his head; over and over again, trying to figure out why that girl would pull such a stunt and what was going to happen to the city now that she did what she did.