In dreams I meet you in warm conversation
We both wake in lonely beds in different cities
And time is taking its sweet time erasing you
And you've got your demons, and, darling, they all look like me

Atton gave her a look. It was a deep look full of personal anguish and deep deep soulwounds that she would never understand. There was torture and pain, alternating like a flickering candle... His mouth moved to speak, curving with eternal sadness.

"I should have brought some snacks, I'm hungry as hell."