Chapter 26: Out of [mine] head [thou] sprung: amazement. – II, 758
The Louvre is packed to the proverbial rafters. Ezra doubts there are ever really days when it isn’t, but he so wishes they didn’t have to do this today. Or ever.
Preferably ever.
As they near the entrance and taser-toting guards, Ezra can feel the sweat running down his back, and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him it has nothing to do with the weather.
As if sensing his discomfort, Lane reaches over and snakes their fingers through his. It’s like the tension fades into the background immediately, leaving Ezra to breathe and tune himself into Lane, ready to follow their lead implicitly.
But they get in without any trouble. They don’t even pay the entrance fee; the ticket attendant simply nodding once in Lane’s direction before they walk in, deftly side-stepping the metal detector and making their way down the corridor.
“I reckon I should just stop wondering at your mysterious methods, then?” Ezra hisses between them.