[Come on, Rich. Just because the full house was slightly better suited to her oddly specific situation doesn't mean you can't be sad to see her gone.
He raises his brows and tips his head and his unburdened shoulder in a conceding sort of way. It's a rib more than a recrimination. (If you think he and Red haven't exchanged glances and cracked quiet jokes you'd definitely be wrong. But, y'know. Their standards for privacy aren't necessarily everyone's.) And, y'know. Just good to know some people are still around. Amiably—]
Worth a shot.
[He sounds...okay, if subdued. Leaned on Red when it came around to confirming that the other half of inanimate objects anonymous has gone back into stasis for the forseeable future. Seen worse in worse circumstances and carried on because they were out of choices, otherwise, and stopping to panic about it wasn't about to help. Still, it gets a man to wondering—
(She's sleeping, not dead, and Boxer's pretty good at rolling with the punches, knows logically that this is a thing that can happen. But...it's the first case that's really hit them in the face with it. And in Sandra's case, it feels...particularly unfair. Doubled down with the frankly ridiculous sight of smooth glass stowed behind smooth glass.)
After a deliberate and thoughtful beat to give metaphorical Sandra a chance at retaliation and Rich a chance to realize he's playing along—]
I'm sure you'll make me regret it
He raises his brows and tips his head and his unburdened shoulder in a conceding sort of way. It's a rib more than a recrimination. (If you think he and Red haven't exchanged glances and cracked quiet jokes you'd definitely be wrong. But, y'know. Their standards for privacy aren't necessarily everyone's.) And, y'know. Just good to know some people are still around. Amiably—]
Worth a shot.
[He sounds...okay, if subdued. Leaned on Red when it came around to confirming that the other half of inanimate objects anonymous has gone back into stasis for the forseeable future. Seen worse in worse circumstances and carried on because they were out of choices, otherwise, and stopping to panic about it wasn't about to help. Still, it gets a man to wondering—
(She's sleeping, not dead, and Boxer's pretty good at rolling with the punches, knows logically that this is a thing that can happen. But...it's the first case that's really hit them in the face with it. And in Sandra's case, it feels...particularly unfair. Doubled down with the frankly ridiculous sight of smooth glass stowed behind smooth glass.)
After a deliberate and thoughtful beat to give metaphorical Sandra a chance at retaliation and Rich a chance to realize he's playing along—]
No dice?