If he had to tell the truth, there's something about running guns that he likes. It's simple. It's clear. It's not clean, but clean was never much of a priority with him and just because he's slightly less of an asshole than he used to be, that's no reason to suppose he might go legit ( Read more... )

He's not sure how long he's up there. It's all night up there, falling around the bright sphere of Miranda and staring down at it from his chair. He knows he's made a mistake, but it all seems like a mistake now. Getting clean. Not killing Hobbes when he had the chance to do it. Staying alive ( Read more... )

He leaves Neil sleeping. He hasn't slept much himself. He's tried, rolling over and then over again, slinging an arm around Neil's waist and then turning away, over and over seeing the blood shockingly red on Neil's skin, the thrill of it and then Hobbes hurling him away ( Read more... )

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