it gets under my skin // take in the extent of my sin [nica]
It's starting to get dark by the time St. John and Adam get back to Hell, even as fast as the drive back was. Zombies, don't you know. Or...zombie. Singular.
St. John leaves the car back in the parking lot of Dante's, gives Adam a sardonic little wave 'bye and walks back to the library. He has a large plastic bag full of absolutely random crap and a brand new hooded sweatshirt, zomahgawd, so this would already have been an interesting day even if he wasn't about to have the conversation he is now.
He thinks, casually, as he pushes open the library doors and locks them behind, that he'd rather shove glass under his fingernails than talk about Erik again to anybody. But Wanda's right, even if she hadn't said in so many words, that Nica should know. St. John is not terribly good at Doing the Right Thing, especially when it comes to people, and lord knows he has a phenomenal chance of fucking this up really hard, but he's made up his mind.
Thus, he leaves the bag by his mattress, with the exception of a few...somethings he tucks under his arm, and sets off to the other end of the library, to Nica's little space.
St. John leaves the car back in the parking lot of Dante's, gives Adam a sardonic little wave 'bye and walks back to the library. He has a large plastic bag full of absolutely random crap and a brand new hooded sweatshirt, zomahgawd, so this would already have been an interesting day even if he wasn't about to have the conversation he is now.
He thinks, casually, as he pushes open the library doors and locks them behind, that he'd rather shove glass under his fingernails than talk about Erik again to anybody. But Wanda's right, even if she hadn't said in so many words, that Nica should know. St. John is not terribly good at Doing the Right Thing, especially when it comes to people, and lord knows he has a phenomenal chance of fucking this up really hard, but he's made up his mind.
Thus, he leaves the bag by his mattress, with the exception of a few...somethings he tucks under his arm, and sets off to the other end of the library, to Nica's little space.