bro you fucking shot me

Lucas was grumbling to himself as he further examined his coat, poking a finger through the hole from the inside to wiggle it at Adam as if to show him what he'd done to the garment. Oh, and... yeah, his body, he supposed. "Sorry doesn't fix this," he muttered, sighing and shucking out of the coat so he could prevent it from getting covered in whatever was leaking from him. "Holy shit, is that what I bleed now?" Beneath the coat the silvery substance was sluggishly coating his shirt, which also contained a hole where the shot had pierced into him. "I don't feel pain, it seems. Good trade-off I suppose, given that I can't get it up anymore. Well, not a good trade-off, but... eh." He glanced up to meet Adam's eyes. "So how's that great escape going?" LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk