"In deference to you I shall.", Simon intoned.
The daylight was fading. The face of a older man who'd seen more than his share of worries was replaced with something younger. Something more innocent. Something transitory before the night took hold.
"That's the way it is going to be then?"
an imperceptible pause, followed by
"Yes. Yes it is."
Turning, the two parted ways. Gravel crunching underfoot, brightening stars overhead.
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