They went to the block at nine in the evening.
Not all of them. This was understood without being said, the way certain things were understood between people who had been inside the same thing long enough to read the shape of what a moment required. Aiden stayed at the apartment with Tal and Suri and Nia, not because he was excluded but because he understood, with the particular quality of understanding that came from paying close attention to the people around him, that this specific walk belonged to two people and not three.
He had understood it since the roof.
Since the way Kael had talked about the block at the kitchen table, the way Sela had talked about the triangle of sky, the way the two of them occupied the history of that place together in a way that was complete in itself and did not require addition.
He had said nothing.
