zephyr
You're mid-swig on the dregs of the bottle when Sam makes his way in. This is surprising: you'd nearly forgotten he'd be there, and briefly you regain enough presence of mind to wince at your current disheveled state and dramatic entrance.
But the wince, of course, makes your face hurt more, and there goes the remorse.
He settles beside you and takes your hand, which is very sweet and deserves a good turn in response. Smile-grimacing, you pat his fingers with your thumb. "Hey, Red. How y'doin? Wanna- aw, shit. It's empty." You raise the bottle up to peer into it, an action which again makes your face burn and threatens to tear at your stitches. Oops.
Putting the bottle haphazardly on the table, you scoot over on the couch, tugging Sam up to sit on your right (not your left. That's the pretty side. Pretty fucked! Good one, Zeph!) "Oh, this? Ain't nothin'- had a run-in with yer friend th' Arm-biter. Didja know he has a fancy knife? Got to see it alllllll up close."
But the wince, of course, makes your face hurt more, and there goes the remorse.
He settles beside you and takes your hand, which is very sweet and deserves a good turn in response. Smile-grimacing, you pat his fingers with your thumb. "Hey, Red. How y'doin? Wanna- aw, shit. It's empty." You raise the bottle up to peer into it, an action which again makes your face burn and threatens to tear at your stitches. Oops.
Putting the bottle haphazardly on the table, you scoot over on the couch, tugging Sam up to sit on your right (not your left. That's the pretty side. Pretty fucked! Good one, Zeph!) "Oh, this? Ain't nothin'- had a run-in with yer friend th' Arm-biter. Didja know he has a fancy knife? Got to see it alllllll up close."
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
