"Should we go to them?" Hugo asked as he and César walked through the city, just looking around like nothing was really happening, like they were just there for a quick night walk for fresh air and nothing more.
"Good question." César said as he glanced at him. "Thinking about that house, it is a bit reckless to actually clean it." He said it and even surprised himself and Hugo that those words came out of his mouth, words Hugo had never really heard from him.
For him, it was something like an anomaly itself, because he knew the César who never gave a fuck about anything. He went in and jumped straight into action. Hugo was usually the person who told César to slow down many times because things would get chaotic, and now hearing the word reckless from him was something else, almost like he was dreaming.
