Ahhh, lucky. Theater is just benches, but I was working on trying to make some of them more comfortable, earlier. At least we have a lot of options for a roof over our heads I guess.

[ his gaze does flick to the ink on her neck, but he tries not to stare too long at it. on his forearms, where his sleeves don't cover, is a stark line of ink that states not being able to save her, though he pulls a little at that sleeve like he can get it lower. (he cannot) ]

Who all did you end up with?