Beyond the Return

[b_as_a_criminal]

[Private;  Hackable to Edward Elric, (Little) Luke Triton, Jane Volturi and any housemates who may overhear.
Also slightly hackable to anyone who responded to his intro post or exchanged information with "L" regarding New Years.]

B's memory is perfect, but B's memory is gone. Not altogether unexpected.

[There's a slight cracking noise; it's his neck

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[b_as_a_criminal]

[He is startled by the noise, thinking his so-called wife had been at her job or something like that. He does indeed look over, just. Staring, and watching like a hawk. Luke's phone conversation was enough to clue him in to the fact that he'd been one of the murder victims. He wondered how long she had been in that closet.]

... Tea would be great.

[b_as_a_criminal]

[His eyes darted over to the girl on his shoulder, then slowly returned to his teacup from whence he took a deep sip, considering her words but not even close to thinking that it was selfish of him to have her make it when she was obviously rattled. He gulped audibly as the warm liquid slid down - not full of sugar, the way he'd make it for himself, but he could tolerate it this way as well. In fact, it was rather refreshing.]

Those statements sound contradictory.

[b_as_a_criminal]

No.

[b_as_a_criminal]

[B takes another sip of his tea. He's not much of a cook, but he thinks about that. She probably doesn't want cake, huh.]

Let's see. What would you like?

[b_as_a_criminal]

That I can do.

[He literally hops off the bed from his strange sitting position, and turns his hunched back to her to amble into the kitchen. Clearly, it's peanut butter jelly time.

So after that's done, he sets the plate down next to where she's laying]

Proceed.

[b_as_a_criminal]

[He'd been watching her eat it, but when she stopped to cry, his expression didn't change.

Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, thumbs hooked around the outside, and shuffled toward the corner to stand there and stare into it.

Like a bad child.

He muttered to himself]

Within B's expectations. Misora didn't like my cooking either.

[b_as_a_criminal]

[In fact, the dresser was quite near the corner, so - noting the pill's location, he absently plucked them off and gently lobbed them toward the bed. No words.]

[b_as_a_criminal]

[He probably should have, that was true - if he was a normal person in any sense. As it stood, the sound of pills hitting the floor merely numbed his emotions even more, and he continued to stare at the wall.

After a long moment, he twisted his neck to look over her shoulder.]

Lisa Garland
?????

[ - was floating above her face. Those question marks would make this more interesting. He didn't see how many pills she'd consumed, but if she died, he supposed they'd be even.]