Rue, who's eyes shone in the dark like a predator, looked down at his hand, a small flicker of surprise crossed their gaze before being buried again deep in their silvery depths. He straightened his posture and took Raine's hand in his and shook gently but firmly. This was possibly the first human gesture they made towards him. Their hand felt smooth but textured, callouses marking his palms and the pads of his fingers, encapsulating Raine's.<br/><br/>The boy resembled someone Rue once knew in that very moment, someone distant yet familiar tugging at the wrinkles and folds of their brain. The very thought of<em>them</em>made his dusty heart ache for a mere second before it was pushed away. That person was dead and had been for a long time.<br/><br/>"I could feel it, it's rather simple." As if that explained anything. Or did they actually want to? Rue withdrew from him, back at the window. Rain beat down harder, a gust of wind carrying cold drops in from the open window.<br/><br/>"Let's just say I'm very familiar with this area...." Rue said, trying to think of a way of explaining their bond without freaking them out but that was probably inevitable. Most usually did, except for a few who knew of their origins. The stone angel wept, tears of precipitation casting itself at her feet.<br/><br/>"Do you believe in God, Raine?" What a strange question to be asking in the presence of a cherub and the graveyard's dead.