KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Maybe he should put something nasty in her pie the next time he made some. Or possibly he might find something itchy and rub her sheets with it, so she couldn't sleep - ruining her favorite pastime seemed adequate punishment.
But even the petty thoughts of revenge failed to cheer him up noticeably. His expression remained overcast as the sky outside, and while he took the offered knife and started working without objection, his thoughts were far away. If he'd been moody and brooding before the deafness, it had quickly taken a turn towards melancholy ever since.
He threw a quick glance at the note she held up. Then just nodded and turned back to work. Felt the fog within numb any sentiment there might be. Probably he should try to smile or say 'me too'.. It just felt pointless.
Most everything did, lately.
But even the petty thoughts of revenge failed to cheer him up noticeably. His expression remained overcast as the sky outside, and while he took the offered knife and started working without objection, his thoughts were far away. If he'd been moody and brooding before the deafness, it had quickly taken a turn towards melancholy ever since.
He threw a quick glance at the note she held up. Then just nodded and turned back to work. Felt the fog within numb any sentiment there might be. Probably he should try to smile or say 'me too'.. It just felt pointless.
Most everything did, lately.
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
