Flynn caught up with her walk and they are now side by side. She was specifically aware of how his hand brushed on hers every now and then. She also cannot help but notice how their steps are in sync. It was those simple things that would make her miss him even more, the very little details that make Flynn who he is.
"Where were you assigned, Doctor Harrington?" she asked and for once, he did not react to how she called him.
"Clerandy."
"Clerandy," she repeated. "Where is that?"
He didn't answer immediately. He was looking at the moon above before he directed back his sight straight ahead.
"The North."
She wrapped her coat tighter on her and Flynn noticed it. He suddenly stopped and she was forced to as well. It was unexpected when he takes off his scarf and settled it on her neck.
