“And I promise to be here waiting.” I entangle my fingers with his, meeting his tired eyes. He looks so much better than yesterday, but there’s a dullness to him that I cannot deny, like a fading photograph. “Always."

You guessed it, this is a @crossroadart-seabear appreciation post. Of the course the main fellows are beautiful and longing and wistful, but the market goers are so full of personality and detail they deserve their own ooh and aah moment.

I especially love the musican, and the trumpet player in the distance. If you look closely, you can see the clocktower that Josse lives in. He's the inventor who made our beloved Floyd.

Also, isn't it so telling how Bosko watches over Arlo and Thatch? Grumpy old bird is good at that.