Hearing the other laugh when he started to pout, merely out of habit, he quickly pressed his lips together and smiled instead. With his hands still stuffed in his jacket pockets, he turned on his heel and began to slowly make his way down the sidewalk, knowing the other male was close behind him by now. “The weather?” he questioned to himself for a moment, taking a small glance at the other just in time to see the pensive look on his face, although he didn’t pay much mind to it. “Is there specific type of weather you just absolutely hate? And anyway, it’s supposed to be a bit chilly tomorrow. Kind of like.. how it feels right now.” he said, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. It wasn’t much of his business of why Francesco was the way he was, but it only made Taemin more curious of him. The street lamps ahead helped to light the way down the sidewalk, along with the bright light of the moon and stars, though his eyes still had a hard time seeing in front of him. “I wish I could pause time.. that way some things would never change..” he murmured in response, his voice suddenly softening. Looking back at him, he raised a questioning eyebrow. “To go to London by myself? Maybe I will go. What is it that you want in return? My flat that’s here?”
He cocked his head to the side when the pout vanished from his lips, as if he did not quite understand why. But nor did he ask, if he did not understand, as he fell into steps with Taemin, walking alongside. “Ne, the weather”, he said, with a faint nod of his head. He listened to what the other told him of tomorrow’s weather, making him wonder if it was the crisp chill on a sunny day, or the chill of a cloudy autumn making trees rustle and shed leaves. There was a faint pause, before he answered smoothly, “I’m allergic to the sun, so unless it is cloudy I rarely step outside during the day.” He closed his eyes, tilting his head back and rolling it, making muscles and bones pop before he let out a soft hum, looking forward again. “Amen”, he mumbled, an ironic note to the word, but such was his way. “What would I want in return, well… that’s something you would only know if you would want to make the trade”, he said.
