Mm. 'Least there's a name for this guy you keep talking about.
[ he's not even going to Go There with Rosalind, because from the way she talks of him, it doesn't take much imagining to realize there is plenty of baggage. Bigby knows a thing or two about feeling connected to someone, for better or worse or even if it wasn't something they may have wanted. neither of those "halves", in a sense, were here for the time being. they were up in space, asleep and hopefully safe. it does him more good to think about it as little as possible, so he doesn't.
he instead listens to her story as it continues. ]
Have you looked to see if he's one of the people that made it? This Fink, I mean. In the pods.
[ his finger runs along the little ridges formed by the stitches in his wound, knowing his hands were already stained with blood as is. he could probably do with a shower and some fresh clothes, but Bigby wasn't prepared to make a stop at Rosalind's. too bad his outfit from the last time he was here wasn't available. slowly but surely, he nudges his pants back up his legs, tightening his belt along his waist with a few grunts. Big Bad Wolf or not, shit still hurts to move after a fight like the one he had gotten in. ]
I'd be worried if you haven't. Like you said, you're not a ghost anymore. You're just as touchable as me now.
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[ he's not even going to Go There with Rosalind, because from the way she talks of him, it doesn't take much imagining to realize there is plenty of baggage. Bigby knows a thing or two about feeling connected to someone, for better or worse or even if it wasn't something they may have wanted. neither of those "halves", in a sense, were here for the time being. they were up in space, asleep and hopefully safe. it does him more good to think about it as little as possible, so he doesn't.
he instead listens to her story as it continues. ]
Have you looked to see if he's one of the people that made it? This Fink, I mean. In the pods.
[ his finger runs along the little ridges formed by the stitches in his wound, knowing his hands were already stained with blood as is. he could probably do with a shower and some fresh clothes, but Bigby wasn't prepared to make a stop at Rosalind's. too bad his outfit from the last time he was here wasn't available. slowly but surely, he nudges his pants back up his legs, tightening his belt along his waist with a few grunts. Big Bad Wolf or not, shit still hurts to move after a fight like the one he had gotten in. ]
I'd be worried if you haven't. Like you said, you're not a ghost anymore. You're just as touchable as me now.