EXCLUSIVE interview with Nate Weaver–director of photography on the “Art Is the Weapon” video
I recently reached out to Nate Weaver (director of photography on the “Art Is The Weapon” video), and he graciously agreed to answer some questions about the filming process. Read on to learn more about the creative process behind the launch of the Danger Days era!
Are there any props, characters, or concepts that didn’t make it to the
video? I watching a behind-the-scenes video for “Na Na Na” and was
surprised to see at least a few things that didn’t make it into the
actual video. Was there anything that you guys filmed or discussed that
weren’t included in the final cut?
know, I’m a bad person to ask. I was there, but the place was literally
blanketed in all these props and dressing that Jason and Gerard had
come up with. All the art was carted out to the set days beforehand,
and by the time I got there it looked like the Killjoys had been there
for a week. I couldn’t keep track. You have to understand that Gerard
was the source of all this stuff…Jason was adding and fleshing out
plenty of ideas, but Gerard’s creativity was the source of everything and
it was very off-the-cuff and free flowing.
One of my favorite scenes from the “Art Is The Weapon” video is Kobra
Kid flinching and covering his ears at the sound of a gunshot. How much
insight did the cast have into their characters’ personalities? Did
they ever suggest certain scenes or details for their characters?
really difficult for me to say, on music videos traditionally directors
do not get too involved in “directing” the finer points of an artist
(or their character). In a lot of music videos, what band members decide
to bring to the screen is very much their decision because that
character likely is on display in other ways.
said, I’m pretty sure I remember the idea of Mikey flinching was
Gerard’s idea. All the scenes we shot were pre-determined well in
advance, so as far as did Ray, or Frank, or Mike come up with any of the
scenes, I can’t say.
How and why was the Four Aces set chosen? What made the crew decide
that a diner/gas station was the perfect place to introduce the
Killjoys? Did you consider any other locations before you started
was a decision made by Gerard (to my knowledge) relatively early on. If
I had to guess, the reasoning was practical. It’s tough to find a small
geographic area that can give you a lot of different looks and places
to play around in. But it was a fun playground!
What kind of steps did the cast and crew take to really “transform” the
set, making it look like something from the Danger Days universe and
not just a generic diner?
I think one of the keys is knowing that we all knew that it was never
supposed to look like a diner necessarily. Or a motel. Jason Fijal had a
lot of ground to cover. I would guess that he was busy building gizmos
like Dr. Death’s radio console and collecting props for a good week
beforehand, if not more. And then at that point, it’s just him looking
at a list of scenes we have on the shotlist, and dressing those sets the
day before. I remember we had to have a couple discussions about how to
turn the motel’s front office into Dr. Death’s radio station. But
luckily for us, it was all supposed to be post-apocalyptic, makeshift
5. What was the creative process like? How did you and Gerard work together to make a video that matched his vision?
was like holding onto a firehose? But I would mean that in the best
way. I mean, I’m glad you asked, because I’ve been lucky enough in my
music video career to work with some very incredible, creative people.
Gerard though is one of the most freely creative people I’ve ever had
the pleasure to meet and work with. From the very first meeting, I
quickly realized that Gerard had this world very fully realized in his
head, and I’d need to hang on and just try to fill the few gaps in his
plan with photography and filming approach that fit his vision. Gerard
was really the director. And I couldn’t have been more happy than to
just help him get all that stuff out of his head and onto the screen. It
was fast, it was chaotic, and it was one of the most freely creative
shoots I’ve ever been a part of. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
6. What was a typical day at the shoot like? What duties and responsibilities did you have?
(Since mine was only a one day shoot, I have to kind of breeze over the ‘typical’ part.)
have to comment that there was nothing typical about this shoot…it
wasn’t typical because we had so much to shoot in one day, because
Gerard was so involved in almost everything, I could go on and on. It
was the best kind of not-typical.
A lot of
people might think a director is responsible for everything, but really a
director is (hopefully), overseeing a lot of talented people and just
letting them do their thing and making sure it all meshes to the
director’s vision. So if you say Gerard was a director because it was
his idea, and he was very interested in certain details of how it was
all brought to life, then my job as co-director was doing all the
director jobs that he was too busy to do because he was in front of the
camera so much. That means breaking rough ideas for scenes into a
shotlist, deciding how it was going to be lit, and “gap filling” other
creative decisions that needed to be made. Where the camera goes, where
the cuts will be, etc.
From what you’ve said, it sounds like the schedule was pretty
rapid-fire. Do you think it would have turned out differently if the
crew had more time, or was the tight schedule the perfect way to squeeze
out creative energy?
unfortunately, it’s almost always the case that if you had more time or
money there would be improvements. I would have loved for it to be a
two-day shoot. But I have to realize that most of those improvements
would be to things like lighting, and maybe more coverage on some of the
more peripheral concepts Gerard had. But the core of why people seemed
to like it as much as they did…all that would have been the same. I
doubt it would have been a “better” piece in the fans eyes if we had
And yes, I do think the
circumstances of all of it made it a little bit to the screen. It was to
be a rapid fire trailer. So if by the end of the day the feeling of
“getting things done” came across as urgency on the screen, it all fit
8. Finally, are there any fun/interesting stories from the shoot that you could share?
may already be common knowledge, I don’t know, but when the guys are
sitting in the diner eating scavenged food, all the cans were supposed
to be vegetarian chili I think. Mikey wasn’t into real chili. But I
think what the art department got by accident was either real chili or refried
beans? Mikey was genuinely really grossed out by having to eat this
stuff, but he barely said a word and at the end of the take was trying
to spit it out I think. It was hilarious, but I felt bad he wound up
doing something he was so grossed out by! After I called cut he’s like
sputtering and trying to get this stuff out and everybody’s laughing.
I we finish, I just want to say again how awesome this project was to
work on. In making music video, it’s not always what it’s cracked up to
be. Sometimes people are difficult, sometimes the conditions are a pain.
I was a late MCR fan, I didn’t get “it” until Three Cheers. But going
into it, I wasn’t counting on it feeling like a bunch of people getting
together and making a short movie for fun, with the added benefit of
having some resources to get those fun ideas on screen. It’s so rare to
have a great time on a shoot, and then the final product turns out
amazing as well. Everybody involved was awesome, and I can’t stress
enough how awesomely easy and low-key it was to work with Gerard, Ray,
Mike & Frank. It will always be a really fond memory in my life;
gratifying beyond words!
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Wash wakes up in a pleasantly warm haze that lasts about two seconds before he registers the sweat sticking to his back, the stiff crick in his neck, and the presence of someone leaning over his lap. Then the haze is over and Wash is twisting his company’s wrist over their head and said company is yelping, “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Same team, same team!”
Barry and Cisco discover Pokemon Go. Naturally, everyone loses their minds.
It was a slow, summer day in the Cortex. Cisco had his legs propped up on the central console, so when Barry radioed in with a code red, the beeping of the comms was all the warning Cisco got before he was being swept off his feet – er…butt – at breakneck speed.
When they finally came to a stop, Cisco had only enough time to note that they were in the heart of downtown Central City before Barry was tugging him forward by the wrist. In front of them was an enormous gathering of civilians – mostly millenials, but some older folks, too – so engrossed with their phones they didn’t even notice the Flash was amongst them.
“What’s going on?” Cisco asked.
“543 CP Dragonite,” Barry panted. He didn’t explain any further, but he didn’t have to. Code red, indeed. “There’s too many people.”
Cisco slid his own phone out of his pocket and tossed it to Barry. “You have to promise you’ll try to get it for me, too.”
“So?” he shrugs, his nonchalant attitude about the whole situation irritating her.
“So?” She mimics, throwing her hands up in the air, as she continues walking to his car. “So why don’t we just make out in public? Or hell, I could just strip right here, let you have your way with me in the middle of the sidewalk?”
His hand stills on the door handle, a devilish grin overtaking his bearded face. “I’m confused, are you saying no to dinner or propositioning me? Because I’m down for all of that,” he gestures with his hand to the sidewalk she’s fuming on.
Her eyes narrow into slits.
“I’m kidding, Gin. Come on, it’s just dinner. Friends…teammates go to dinner all the time. Hell, if sharing food was as scandalous as you’re making it sound, Evelyn would be way more jealous of Blip and I,” he says with a wink.
She relaxes a little, her arms coming uncrossed to hang by her side, but her lip is still worried between her teeth, a thoughtful look passing over her face, before glancing down at her shoes.
“It’s not the same with us…” she ventures, trying to get her point across. They’re not normal, never have been. It’s always been more when it comes to the two of them - flirting with that line of impropriety - and going out to dinner was certainly never going to be as friendly as he promised it would be.
“No, it’s not,” he reasons back, knowing that while his intentions are to act as a friendly duo that happen to both be hungry, it would ultimately end with him accidentally brushing against her hand, leaning too forward, watching her lips move as she talks. And she’d laugh, and he’d swear he could feel the vibration in his chest, while biting back what he really wanted to tell her, the words that lingered at the tip of his tongue with every word spoken to her.
They’d spent quite a bit of time working their way back to the way things were before Boardner’s, but if they were being completely honest, their interactions were full of trepidation, always worried they were tip-toeing into something they weren’t yet ready for, instead standing firmly in a grey area of indecision.
“Just dinner?” She peeks up across at him, her eyes twinkling in the dark with only the streetlights looming over them.
“Just dinner,” he reassures her, willing himself to make this as normal as possible for her - reining in his feelings with a cough, and a gesture for her to climb in.
“So where are we going?” She says with an ease he wasn’t expecting, given their spat just two seconds ago.
“Up to you, Baker,” he offers, knowing that they’ll ultimately end up going where she wants anyway, every one of his suggestions called off with an absurd reason that only made sense to her.
“How about that one place you were talking about the other day that you found by the juice bar I get my green drink,” she offers, a spoken code that only Mike could solve.
“Ahh, you’re finally going to take my suggestion. Wise,”he nods, knowing exactly where she’s talking about, and puts his blinker on to make their way into traffic.
“They say that comes with age, I guess you would know,” she teases, reaching over his arm resting on the console to adjust the radio to something more pop-y for her taste, brushing against his arm.
And he swears, the blinking of the light ticks in time with the bomb of feelings he’s attempting to push down.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
His thoughts threatening to out him way before anyone else that happened to see them in public would.
prompt! so for the teen au, how do mccree and genji actually ~get together~ or tell each other how they feel for the first time??
When Jesse picks him up from fencing practice, Genji has a bruise blooming across his bare shoulder and pinched-tight lips. Jesse waits for him to climb into the old pickup before asking, “You alright?”
“Yeah,” Genji says, flapping a hand dismissively. He reaches across the center console to crank the radio, fingers flicking through the stations in a frenetic burst of sound. “Practice just went bad.”
“Hm.” Jesse pulls out of the parking lot, heads onto the main road. Genji’s still flipping through stations, fast enough that all Jesse can hear are stuttered words here and there. “Y’sure?”
“I’m sure,” Genji bites out. The summer air feels too hot, his skin too tight.
Jesse ‘hms’ again, and Genji knows he’s not fooled. But he doesn’t press, just rolls down the windows and offers quietly, “Wanna do my makeup when we get back to my place?” It’s a show of vulnerability hidden under a peace offering, and as always, it hits Genji somewhere deep in the gut, spooling out his anger until there’s nothing left.
“Yeah,” he says, letting out his tension in a long whoosh of a sigh. “Yeah, thanks. That’d be nice.”
Jesse just smiles at him and keeps driving. Genji settles on a station. They sit quietly, watching the houses and stores go by, until Jesse’s pulling into the driveway. Hotspur’s yapping at the door, like always, and Genji stops to ruffle his ears on the way in.
“Dad’s out,” Jesse says, as if the absence of Gabriella and Gabe’s little Honda didn’t speak well enough on their own. “You want anything to drink?”
“Just water.” Genji follows Jesse into the kitchen, accepts a sweating glass of ice water and presses it to his neck. It feels good against his hot skin. He closes his eyes and sighs, and when he opens them again, Jesse’s a little closer, staring at him like he’s a puzzle to figure out. “What?”
“Well,” and there’s that drawl, an echo of the deep rumble that Jesse’ll sound like one day, “was gonna talk to you about something, but we can save it. ‘s not important.”
Genji swallows, sipping from his water to hide a suddenly dry throat. He waits until it’s finished to say, “You can say it.”
“Y’sure?” Jesse asks, and he’s close enough Genji can smell him now, sweat and Dove deodorant, swaying forwards like he’s a magnet and Genji’s his lodestar. Just this feels heady–like it’s too much, like Genji’s unworthy to have Jesse looking down at him like this, big brown eyes gentle and soft. Like Genji’s unworthy of this sudden realization, that as much as Genji’s been orbiting Jesse, Jesse’s been doing some orbiting right back. That maybe–
“Sure,” Genji says, squaring his shoulders, dredging the dragon up from where it’s dwindled to just little sparks and flickers. He pretends, for a moment, he’s deserving to have this, and more, and adds, “Sure, I want to hear it.”
Jesse grins, soft, uncertain. “Well, maybe ‘s better if I show you,” he murmurs, and then leans forwards, finally tilting all the way into Genji’s space. His big hands are so careful when they cup Genji’s sharp chin, like he’s breakable, and it almost makes Genji want to laugh.
Jesse kisses careful, too, just a brief brush–but Genji didn’t summon up his courage for nothing, and he breathes out in a snarl of relief and brings their mouths together again, nipping at Jesse’s lips, pressing hard like if he doesn’t Jesse might up and run away. Jesse doesn’t, though. Just lets out a giggle, and gives back good as he’s getting, and Genji fists his hands into Jesse’s shirt and revels in the feeling of sharp teeth against his tongue.
They break apart, finally, grinning and bright-eyed and panting, something a little wild in both of them, something a little wondering and new. “I like this thing you wanted to tell me,” Genji says, and Jesse lets out a guffaw.
“Oh good! Lemme tell you, I was scared t’death earlier.”
“I don’t know why,” and now Genji kisses gentler. “You’re beautiful. You’re wonderful.”
“Aw,” Jesse says, and Genji muffles the ‘shucks’ that follows with another kiss.
Gabe comes home to find them still kissing in the kitchen, pressed up against the fridge. He hip-checks Jesse out of the way, grinning slyly at their blushing faces as he puts the milk away. “I see your plan worked out, mijo,” he laughs. “Did he treat you well, Genji?”
Genji grins back, shoulders loose and relaxed. “Yessir.”
“Good. That’s good.” Gabe’s eyes soften for a moment, and this, too, feels like more than Genji should deserve.
Jesse chuckles and presses a little kiss to his cheek, and Genji resolves to hold onto it with both hands.
I would like to think I’m a patient person, but throughout the day I was slowly losing possession of that attribute.
Rain was coming down in sheets outside, when I finally opened my eyes this morning after a warm, deep sleep. I was tucked into Harry’s side, my head resting on his chest as he was snoring lightly, his lips slightly parted. I leaned in and kissed his puckered lips before looking at the clock, which read that it was 8:45. I sat up a bit more and rubbed my eyes, squinting at the clock. I groaned, ripping the sheets off of myself and crawling over Harry, struggling to get out of bed. My knee landed too close in between his legs, causing him to jerk awake.
“Mmm, good morning to you too,” he groaned, his voice cracking through every syllable.
I ignored him, scrambling into the bathroom. I had stayed over at his place after a long shift last night and I knew I was going to need a few extra alarms this morning. But despite crashing as soon as I got here I slept through every alarm I set.
While I was stumbling around his bedroom trying to get ready he kept whining and grabbing at me, telling me to get back in bed. While I might have found it endearing any other day, I was quick to shoot him a look that said I was not in the mood.
When I finally got out the door I arrived about five minutes late to work, looking like a drowned cat. Just as I was thinking this was as bad as it was going to get today, I looked around and realized that it was the day the new trainees were starting. I about turned around right then to go home and climb back in bed with Harry, but instead I took a deep breath and harnessed every positive thought I could.
Throughout the day multiple trays were dropped, a man left without his change so I had to chase him down, and of all things, Harry shot me a text of him holding up a pair of my panties. I had left the house without putting underwear on. I ignored the cheeky texts that followed that one, and had to restrain myself from pulling all of my hair out.
After a strenuous day, my shift finally ended. The rain had let up a bit, but it was still coming down steadily. I shrugged my coat back on and shuffled out of the cafe exhausted.
I planned on heading straight home and then calling Harry, making no promises of being awake when he finally gets there.
I about reached my car when I looked over to the right of me and stopped in my tracks.
Harry was leaning against his car with his head bowed and his hands tucked into his front pockets. He was a dark contrast against the white convertible, wearing a black pea coat and a matching beanie. I didn’t know how long he had been standing there in the rain, but the hair plastered to his face suggested he had been there for a while.
I adjusted my jacket, crossing my arms and squinting through the rain, making my way over to him.
He looked up at me, smiling as the rain clung to his eyelashes.
“Hey there, stranger”
“Hi,” I sighed and smiled back up at him. “I’m sorry I bolted this morning. I just could not be late for work.”
He nodded and wrapped his arms around my shoulder, bringing me in closer to him.
“That’s ok. I know your schedules been mental lately. Besides, you did leave me something to remember you by.”
He smirked down at me and I rolled my eyes, knowing immediately what he was referring to.
I cringed. “You didn’t bring them with you, did you?”
“Well,” He released one arm from around me, biting his lip as he fished around in his pocket.
“Harry!” I smacked his chest and he stumbled back a bit, laughing.
“I’m only joking. Although I did consider hanging them on the front of my car.”
I just rolled my eyes at him again as he removed his soaked through beanie and ran his hand through his hair.
“How long have you been waiting here?”
He cupped my face in his hands and kissed the tip of my nose, and then my lips.
“Long enough. Let’s get going.”
He jogged around the other side of the car and held open the passenger door.
I was hoping he was just offering me a ride home, but I figured I’d ask.
“Where are we going?”
He just shrugged, leaning against the frame of the door. “I’ll know when we get there.”
I sighed, “Harry…”
“Please? I promise we won’t be gone for long.”
I was so tired I could have probably laid down on the wet ground and fallen asleep, but Harry knew he had me wrapped around his finger.
He stuck his lip out and batted his eyelashes at me.
I decided humoring him would be better than standing out in the rain for any longer.
I slumped my shoulders and walked towards the open door. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Harry’s car warms up a lot quicker that mine does, so a few minutes in I decided this was a good decision.
Our hands were intertwined on the console between us, the radio playing just quiet enough you could hear the rain softly hitting the window.
It was now barely drizzling outside, but there was a mist on the road from the passing cars.
Harry’s thumb occasionally brushing against my wrist was the only thing keeping me from falling asleep.
We were about ten minutes out of town when the sun started to set. The sky was laced with purples, pinks, and blues, mimicking a blanket on top of the muted green hills.
Just as I was nodding off again, Harry pulled his hand from mine and turned off the engine. I stifled a yawn as Harry opened his door and came around to open mine. When I got out I saw that we were at a park. It was a small one, secluded in a ring of trees with nothing more that a couple of swingsets and a slide. I had gotten my hopes up thinking our destination was somewhere inside, preferably with heat.
He held my hand in his again as we made our way over.
“What are we doing at a park?”
He let go of my hand and instead slung it over my shoulder, making me thankful I was dating a human space heater.
“I was feeling a bit nostalgic. Plus there’s a perfect view.”
He looked down at me, smiling softly. “You’ll see. C’mon.”
We got up to the swings and he walked behind the first one, patting the seat.
I stayed where I was, giving him my ‘you can’t be serious’ face.
“Are you crazy? It’s soaking wet, and you and I both know I’m not wearing very many layers today. “
He laughed, jostling the swing.
“C’mon, peaches. You know you want to.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed shortly, making my way over to the swing, but before I could sit down he stopped me.
“Wait, wait wait.” He pulled the sleeve of his coat up over his hand and wiped off the damp seat.
After it was somewhat dry he gestured to it dramatically and I giggled, sitting down.
I held on tightly to the chain, and then Harry grabbed on, placing his hands right below mine.
I couldn’t recall the last time on a swing but I knew it was several years ago. My siblings would always have competitions seeing who could get the most distance, jumping off the swing from the highest point, but my fear of hights left me holding on for dear life until the swing slowed down.
Harry shuffled back, pulling me up in the swing as he went.
When the seat was just above his chest he let go as I stuck my legs out in front of me.
I laughed breathily as I swung back again. He pressed his hands to the small of my back and pushed with more force this time. I laughed as the wind caught my hair, the feeling making me feel weightless for a moment.
I went higher and higher until I could see over the tops of the trees. I now knew what he meant about this being the perfect view. Just over the trees was a perfect view of the city. The luminous lights hidden behind the green made for a very esoteric view, making it so everytime I swung down I felt like I was in a completely different world. I didn’t know how Harry had come to find this, but it was definitely something special. The exhausting day I had seemed ages ago as the smell of the rain cleared my mind every time I was propelled forward.
Harry stepped away, moving to sit on the other swing as I started to slow down.
I dug my heels into the ground coming to a halt, and took deep breath.
I looked turned my head to see Harry smirking over at me.
My smile grew as I nodded, “Much. That was beautiful, Harry. Thank you.”
He rocked back on his heels, moving the swing. “You’re welcome.”
I got off my swing, walking over to stand in front of him.
He rocked back again, grinning. “You know, it works much better if you push from behind.”
He gave me a quizzical look as I moved closer and linked my hands behind his neck.
I looped my legs through the spaces between his arms and the swing so I was straddling him.
He hummed, smirking as I ran my hands through his hair, pushing it out of his face.
“Gonna take me right here on the swings are you? If so i’m never gonna be able to take our kids to the playground without getting a major—.”
I eagerly pressed my lips to his, swallowing up the rest of his sentence. He wrapped his hands around my back, pressing me flush against him. He kissed me deeper flicking his tongue against mine as I tangled my hands further into his hair.
My heart was racing, both from the kiss and what he had just said.
I pulled my lips from his and placed my palms against his flushed cheeks.
I looked into his vibrant eyes, moving my hands to his chest, speaking softly and hesitantly.
“You want to have kids with me someday?”
His smile grew as he brought one of my hands that was resting on his chest up to his lips, kissing my fingers softly.
“I do. I love you so much, peaches, and I want nothing more than to have a family with you someday.”
The positiveness is his words caught me off guard and I could feel my throat getting tight. Having a family with Harry is a dream that I’ve always have had in the back of my mind, and up until now I hadn’t known he’d felt the same way.
I pushed away a tear that was starting to fall and smiled back. “I love you too, Harry.”
He grabbed my waist, pulling me into him again and catching my lips in in a slow, fervent kiss.
“I want to have so many babies with you.” He mumbled against my lips.
He nipped my jaw line before moving back up to my lips.
I felt something wet splash against my cheek, and look up at the ominous sky.
A few seconds later and it was pouring again so we clumsily untangled ourselves from from the swing.
Harry opened up his coat and threw his arm around me, shielding me from the rain as we ran back to the car.
We were both sopping wet as we climbed into the car, Harry immediately starting the car and turning on the heater.
“Well mother nature sure knows how to kill the mood.”
I peeled off my coat, tossing it into the back seat. “I don’t think it’s dead.”
I awkwardly climbed over the console, laughing as I fell into his lap so I was straddling him again. He chuckled, placing his hands back around my waist.
He pressed his lips urgently back to mine, as I helped him shrug off his coat, discarding it in the back with mine.
My lips still moving with his, I started unbuttoning his shirt, running my hands down his smooth chest, resting them above the hem of his jeans.
I laced my hands around his shoulders, as his lips moved to my neck, his hands skating up under my shirt, cupping and squeezing my breasts.
I moaned as the rain continued to pound against the window, telling us to get a room.
I arched myself into him as my name came tumbling off his lips, our heavy breathing fogging up the windows.
I was reaching for his belt buckle when there was a thunderous crack outside, causing us to jump and bump our heads together.
Harry laughed, leaning back and rubbing his forehead.
“Maybe we should wait until we get home so we don’t end up with concussions.”
My body was still tingling as I carded my fingers through Harry’s hair, his head lying languidly on my chest.
We never made it to the couch, so we were lying entangled together under a red throw blanket in front of the hearth. The only light in the room was coming from the fire, that was now causing the room to be a little too warm.
Harry kissed my chest and rolled off of me, adjusting the blanket as I tucked myself into his his side.
He giggled euphorically, still coming down from his high as I placed another kiss to his jaw.
“Well when we do start trying for babies, we’re gonna be absolute pros.”
I smirked up at him, wrapping my legs around his. “I think we could use a bit more practice.”
The crackling fire filled the silence as Harry grazed his fingers up and down my back. He shifted, bringing his other arm to rest behind his head.
“I think when we do start having kids…I’d like to get a house a little further out from the city. One with a good neighborhood, ya know.”
I hummed as my eyes slipped completely closed. As much as I wanted to stay up for hours and listen to Harry talk about our future family, I had expended all my energy for the day.
I was lulled to sleep, listening to Harry’s rocky voice talking about our kids, our pets, and our white house in the country.