He missed the thrilling rhythm of New York, of getting out at any hour of the day or the night and find a place open where he could wander and clear out his head. He missed the constant clamor that carried him through the late nights he sometimes spent writing an article. He missed the rudeness of people bumping into him in the subway and asking him to apologize like he had offended them. Most of all, he missed people minding their own business and not giving a damn if he came home crawling on his hands and knees because he had drunk too much. He missed the easy, meaningless sex, too.
Nashville was quiet and peaceful, and Magnus had never looked for peace.