[It's a pretty thought, the wings, and he likes what it says about her that she can still be hopeful in the depths of Hell. Still, he waves it off with a half-smile and a gentle flip of his hand.
Really, he's good. He went through a big enough change in life. No need to tick off that box again in death.]
Gettin more charming by the minute. [He shifts to order another round of drinks, his leg bumping hers. There's no quick jerk back, no move to reclaim the lost space, nothing to signal the brush was accidental.
Maybe it wasn't. Maybe he just doesn't have any complaints if it was.] So, second drink. Think that was somethin to do with bullets?
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Really, he's good. He went through a big enough change in life. No need to tick off that box again in death.]
Gettin more charming by the minute. [He shifts to order another round of drinks, his leg bumping hers. There's no quick jerk back, no move to reclaim the lost space, nothing to signal the brush was accidental.
Maybe it wasn't. Maybe he just doesn't have any complaints if it was.] So, second drink. Think that was somethin to do with bullets?