LOCKE
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Falling farther from just what we are
He always feels a little fuzzy headed for a moment so he's glad he's sitting. And glad that Sam seems to know what to do, staunching the blood. He had been distracted, watching it bead on his arm until the napkin was pressed to it. He sits for a moment longer before standing up. "Well, if you're ever in Torchline, I'm sure you'll find me. I'm always happy to share a pint. Beer or blood." He scoops the book up, walking a tad slower than he might otherwise.
The book is tucked under his arm as he unlocks the door. He gives Sam another small wave before ducking back out into the street.
-Fin!-
The book is tucked under his arm as he unlocks the door. He gives Sam another small wave before ducking back out into the street.
-Fin!-
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
These conversations kill
