He looked at the grill, searching for blood or hair. He couldn't help it. When he was satisfied he wasn't standing next to human remains, Brian retrieved the joint and puffed on it.
There was a thing. Should he ask it? It might be rude not to ask, considering the severity of what Whistler was implying. He opened his mouth to talk, shut it, then opened it again.
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on 2013-11-21 05:49 pm (UTC)He looked at the grill, searching for blood or hair. He couldn't help it. When he was satisfied he wasn't standing next to human remains, Brian retrieved the joint and puffed on it.
There was a thing. Should he ask it? It might be rude not to ask, considering the severity of what Whistler was implying. He opened his mouth to talk, shut it, then opened it again.
"Did she... did she live?"