Yrael sprawls next to him, lying on his stomach so that his back is warmed from the sun, and his stomach is warmed by the sun-baked roof below him.

It also lets him start looking over the blueprints and maps they were given, the sound of him clicking through them on the little laptop the only sound from the two of them for a while, against the backdrop of city sounds from street-level.



...This building shouldn't be an apartment complex. It should be a towering building of labs and offices.