(no subject)
Dave's been waiting in his apartment, pacing, for a few hours now. Wondering if after all he should have gone.
Though it's not like Sol Laine even knew who he was. And grief - grief is a damn private thing. Not to be shared with strangers.
But still, he was there; he knew what happened. All of what happened, hunt and everything, even more than Kim did. And how the hell could he have let Kim go talk to him by herself, anyways? What kind of friend does that?
And so he paces.
Though it's not like Sol Laine even knew who he was. And grief - grief is a damn private thing. Not to be shared with strangers.
But still, he was there; he knew what happened. All of what happened, hunt and everything, even more than Kim did. And how the hell could he have let Kim go talk to him by herself, anyways? What kind of friend does that?
And so he paces.