Lee sensed an odd mixture of fleeting fancy and romance in MacClery's tone and words and he found it hard to subscribe a direction to it. He supposed it didn't really matter if, in the end as they both knew, their affiliation was but temporary. It was never anything that had bothered Lee before and he couldn't count the number of such fleeting fancies he had entertained on both hands, or both hands and feet for that matter, as his collection of quick trysts was quite impressive. "You talk of yourself as being much older but really we can't be that far apart. Sure, the years have been kind to me, I suppose. I don't have the sort of work that keeps me outdoors in the sun and weatherering, but you're far from the old man you speak of your likeness to be. You're what, forty something maybe? Fifty at most? At most; and that's stretching it on account of the way you talk about it." His comments were light, his accent slipping; he was getting more comfortable in MacClery's presence as the one moment moved seamlessly to the next. He moved a fraction closer to the other as they looked out on the street below. He too noted the black streets. "It's a shame I didn't get the room on the other side; I'm sure they have a view of the whole fair and the lights. Have you seen the lights? They're amazing. I mean you truly haven't seen light until you've seen these. Last night, while I was walking the White City, I could have sworn it was day."<br/><br/>He was close enough to touch the other now and he felt no reason not to do so anymore. They were of the same mind even if not the same background, position, or anything else and while he'd perhaps already had a day full of sensory indulgence, the nature of his life's station meant that feast or famine would be observed. If Andrew was game for a tumble, so was he. As they looked at the stretch of darkness spread before them, Lee reached over to rest a hand lightly on Andrew's shoulder.  He gave it a friendly soft squeeze then let rest there where he languidly stroked the man's rich red hair in a more-than-friendly gesture. He spoke in a softer tone as he continued his thoughts. "Why should you have to steal these things from me? Why can we not just experience them together. If our time is fleeting, so be it. What it isn't in length, it can be in its fervor."<br/><br/>He cast his glance to the other and saw in the older man's eyes a kind of hunger that stirred him inside. He couldn't really put a finger on it, but in some way, at the proximity he now stood to the other, he thought he could see the kind of age Andrew spoke of. Sure, physically Andrew could be at most fifty years of age: but his eyes, the light in eyes burned low and intense like a hearth that had burned near to its duration but was truly at it's most potent. Lee was at once both silenced and riveted by it. He turned just a little, changing his stance from one of standing side by side with Andrew, to facing his profile squarely. He gazed long on the other while his fingers traced down the line of his neck.  Lee's hands were warm with the kind of callousing one might expect from one whose primary work employed digging tools. His warm fingers caressed against cooler skin and his eyes fixed on Andrew's face. When he spoke, his words came out as more of a whisper as he regarded the other with an expression of leveled curiosity. "There's more to you...isn't there.You have a story..." He wanted to know it, but much like Andrew had afforded him his anonymity, he wanted to extend the same courtesy to the other.<br/><br/>Lee broke the odd feeling moment with a shake of his head and returned to looking out the window. "It's alright; whatever it is, I don't need to know." Little did he realize just how much he did need to know.