She continued to work him over with her fingers, even when she feels him let go. The smell of his shirt this close up could turn her stomach, and she imagines the smoke made of people as it settles into the fibres, but she lingers as long as she needs to.
“I know it’s not ideal, but this time tomorrow, we’ll have information, and we can get this shit sorted out,” she says, voice sure. Calm. “It’s just one bad day, Texas.”
Her hands finally slip from him, and she holds the back of the chair with both hands to lean over his shoulder, the side of her face momentarily close to his. Surer still:
“Now get up, go get out of those clothes, and we’ll drink until we pass out. Together.”
The sooner he isn’t wearing horror on his shoulders like a mantle, the better.
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She continued to work him over with her fingers, even when she feels him let go. The smell of his shirt this close up could turn her stomach, and she imagines the smoke made of people as it settles into the fibres, but she lingers as long as she needs to.
“I know it’s not ideal, but this time tomorrow, we’ll have information, and we can get this shit sorted out,” she says, voice sure. Calm. “It’s just one bad day, Texas.”
Her hands finally slip from him, and she holds the back of the chair with both hands to lean over his shoulder, the side of her face momentarily close to his. Surer still:
“Now get up, go get out of those clothes, and we’ll drink until we pass out. Together.”
The sooner he isn’t wearing horror on his shoulders like a mantle, the better.