“All it takes is one of ‘em spottin’ you at the wrong time. One.”
Even with his hair mussed by sleep and his wrinkled t-shirt, there’s nothing else sleepy about him. Nothing else soft or willing to bend, at least not for a few moments. When he does let out a sigh, it’s a terse huff of air. His touch is gentle though as he reaches out to rub at a bit of smeared blood on her cheek with his thumb.
“I thought we weren’t keepin’ secrets anymore. You sneakin’ out to go on a killin’ spree without sayin’ a word about it seems like a damn big secret to me.”
He wants to push that further, but instead he opts to step back and turn towards the shower. He knows if it were him—and he’s been similar positions often enough—he’d want to wash the blood and the rest of the night on him first thing. He’ll extend the same option to her, even if his movements are a little sharp and his jaw is still set in that way that shows he’s mad.
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Even with his hair mussed by sleep and his wrinkled t-shirt, there’s nothing else sleepy about him. Nothing else soft or willing to bend, at least not for a few moments. When he does let out a sigh, it’s a terse huff of air. His touch is gentle though as he reaches out to rub at a bit of smeared blood on her cheek with his thumb.
“I thought we weren’t keepin’ secrets anymore. You sneakin’ out to go on a killin’ spree without sayin’ a word about it seems like a damn big secret to me.”
He wants to push that further, but instead he opts to step back and turn towards the shower. He knows if it were him—and he’s been similar positions often enough—he’d want to wash the blood and the rest of the night on him first thing. He’ll extend the same option to her, even if his movements are a little sharp and his jaw is still set in that way that shows he’s mad.