[ Oh, what the fuck, his life. He sees the way she tilts her head, the way she touches her temple, and feels something jerk in his stomach, unsettled. ]
No.
[ Not only no, but hell no. He takes three sharp steps back, gun back in his hand, finding the heavy weight comforting. ]
no subject
No.
[ Not only no, but hell no. He takes three sharp steps back, gun back in his hand, finding the heavy weight comforting. ]
I'll pass. I'll go the other way.