Of all the questions a younger Crane could have asked him, Julian wasn't expecting that. He half-wondered if Harley had put him up to it. She seemed awfully concerned with the state or lack of his footwear.

He glances down at his own toes. "Because I don't want to." Julian pauses, looking back up to Jonathan. "With the seasons come changes. Snow. Mud. Hot pavement. Brittle leaves."