Nick shut the door behind him with a slow click.
His apartment was quiet — as it always was without Luna home — and as he leaned back against the door, it struck him again just how little about this place he knew.
The rooms were clean, spotless, with barely any personal effects. A few bits of clothes, some sparse furniture, and the bare essentials. It was all rather… dull.
His and Luna's move had been quite haphazard, and so this new apartment, while much nicer, still had yet to feel like 'home' to Nick.
The lack of anything sentimental really set that tone in.
It was more of a house, a roof over his head, than a home — especially without Luna there.
He crossed to his room with unhurried steps, as his investigations were done for the day, and pulled back the curtain just slightly to check the street below, then let it fall again with a soft rustle.
