[ he can tell the other man is still distracted and wonders if he shouldn't have let him finish despite the apparent danger he believes them to be in. he can't change it, like so many other times in his life, all he can do is trudge forward. ]
I thought it would help.
[you, he doesn't say, sounding defensive as it is. he blows out a puff of air, watching the cloud of oxygen fill in front of him before dissipating. ]
Think about dead puppies or something, we have to speed up.
[ he's really great at advice, but he hears a crunch stops nightingale with the good ol' "dad arm" across his chest. frank draws his 1911 from his waist and pulls back the hammer, slowly bringing both hands together to put on the weapon. is this beast gonna show itself or what? ]
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I thought it would help.
[ you, he doesn't say, sounding defensive as it is. he blows out a puff of air, watching the cloud of oxygen fill in front of him before dissipating. ]
Think about dead puppies or something, we have to speed up.
[ he's really great at advice, but he hears a crunch stops nightingale with the good ol' "dad arm" across his chest. frank draws his 1911 from his waist and pulls back the hammer, slowly bringing both hands together to put on the weapon. is this beast gonna show itself or what? ]