He came out of the bathroom again, towel over his hands, rubbing them dry. Rubbing the last of the water from his jaw. Not avoiding her gaze, but not looking at her either.
Wondering the some questions he's had for days.
What. Why. When. How.
"Well, the iron's easy enough."
Comes out quiet but not soft. Rumbled but not growled.
Fact. Truth. Things that can't be argued.
"So that's a starting point. But the walls... and whatever was at the grave. That's gonna be trouble."
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Date: 2011-10-01 05:17 am (UTC)...right.
He came out of the bathroom again, towel over his hands, rubbing them dry. Rubbing the last of the water from his jaw. Not avoiding her gaze, but not looking at her either.
Wondering the some questions he's had for days.
What. Why. When. How.
"Well, the iron's easy enough."
Comes out quiet but not soft. Rumbled but not growled.
Fact. Truth. Things that can't be argued.
"So that's a starting point. But the walls... and whatever was at the grave. That's gonna be trouble."