She closed the newspaper and took off her glasses, turning to face him completely.
So this was it? This was goodbye? She wasn’t sure what she had expected. That he would stay forever? It had been clear that one day, he would just pack up and leave, disappear from her life just as suddenly as he had showed up. Especially after the recent events. But -
"Take me with you."
"Why else would I be asking?" The artist gave a crooked smile, "I would’ve left already if I was going to leave alone, wouldn’t I? It would’ve been easier to just leave. But I didn’t, so..” he trailed off and looked around, “you might want to pack. I don’t really need much but my sketchbook; what you found me with and all that.”
At that, he turned around in the chair, still not quite right since the incident. Something about being split in two and nearly being considered a murderer never sat well with a person.