[He wants to say a lot of things, a knotted jumble of things in his head, making his chest tighter, like how he isn't sorry that they're waiting things out really - he's just glad to be alone again, even temporarily, or how he'd love to give a shit about all those dead blokes but he can barely remember their names anyway since he never did give a shit to begin with.]
[And also, how crucifixes are kinda hot.]
[But he wouldn't say any of that, because he doesn't feel like getting hollered at or stared at or punched especially now since he can't get a good hit in himself (not that he would. Well, maybe he would.)]
[And even if he could say it, he wouldn't because someone is at the fucking door]
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Date: 2009-04-04 05:10 am (UTC)[And also, how crucifixes are kinda hot.]
[But he wouldn't say any of that, because he doesn't feel like getting hollered at or stared at or punched especially now since he can't get a good hit in himself (not that he would. Well, maybe he would.)]
[And even if he could say it, he wouldn't because someone is at the fucking door]
[He rolls his eyes and rolls away a bit.]
Housekeeping? Or...
[He frowns]
Could be Sullivan.