Another evening.

Arlekyn pretends to waltz in the halls of the hideout, his hand holding that of an invisible ghost that didn't exist outside his conscious.

He had a calm smile on his face as he twirled through the lengths of the hall with his imagined reality.

He knew you were there. He knew you were watching. You always were. He knew what you thought. He knew your mind. He acknowledged it.

But both he and you knew.

It wouldn't ever happen.