Jedtavius

It was a quite kind of night, the kind where the museum lights felt a little too bright and the silence between them felt a little too heavy. They were sitting on the edge of Larry’s desk, feet dangling over the abyss of the floor. Octavius was talking about Caesar his voice low and steady but Jedediah wasn’t listening to the history. He was watching the way the desk lamp caught the gold of Octavius’s armour and wondering if the Roman knew that "partner" had started meaning something else..