Darius sighed deeply and looked at the statue in front of him and then at Nathan who was languidly walking around the bench.
"You do really miss the outside," Darius murmured.
The other man clicked his tongue and laughed. "Of course I do, I would talk you one of these days but you would complain about-"
"You know I have work to do," Darius interrupted.
"Exactly that, you have work. I understand."
Darius rubbed the back of his head and sighed again. He would have obliged but this was a critical period for all of them. But what would he give to have those little get away trips his mother took him on.
Nathan dropped himself onto the bench with all the elegance of a sack of flour and sighed dramatically, arms stretched wide over the backrest. Darius didn't comment. The garden was unusually quiet today, save for the gentle splashing from the fountain and the rustle of leaves catching the afternoon wind.
