Clearly not nothing, though. Clearly his foot was tapping and his shoulders were tense and his face, when he was done mashing at it with his own fingers, was pulled more toward distraught than 'sitting with coffee and girlfriend' ought to be. Fuck.
"Work."
Lying to people he was about to kill was so easy. Why did that have to mean lying to people he wanted to keep alive felt-- not easy?
Why must you lie. Your lies hurt my heart.
Clearly not nothing, though. Clearly his foot was tapping and his shoulders were tense and his face, when he was done mashing at it with his own fingers, was pulled more toward distraught than 'sitting with coffee and girlfriend' ought to be. Fuck.
"Work."
Lying to people he was about to kill was so easy. Why did that have to mean lying to people he wanted to keep alive felt-- not easy?