[god, yeah. those phone calls. and with nine corpses. . .]
[he ducks his head, and opens his mouth to say something-- probably an I'm sorry or an did you at least sleep well the night before? but then she's standing up and crossing the room towards him and her finger is on his mouth and he turns even redder, holy shit this is not what he expected when he approached her]
S'fine! S'fine. It actually doesn't hurt that much. I mean. . . my shoulder's way worse.
[gives her a sort of lopsided smile, as though that'll convince her that he's okay]
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[he ducks his head, and opens his mouth to say something-- probably an I'm sorry or an did you at least sleep well the night before? but then she's standing up and crossing the room towards him and her finger is on his mouth and he turns even redder, holy shit this is not what he expected when he approached her]
S'fine! S'fine. It actually doesn't hurt that much. I mean. . . my shoulder's way worse.
[gives her a sort of lopsided smile, as though that'll convince her that he's okay]