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"I'll go," she'd said. "I'd want you all to go if my lover were there."
Which is - well, it's sweet is what it is. It'd probably be just sweet if it had been anyone other than Jeannette, who is Lawton's current bit of skirt, and who therefore was talking (hypothetically) going into Hell to save his undeserving ass.
He'd said nothing about it.
But it's on his mind when he comes into the bar, on his way from the Kitchen of the House of Secrets to their bedroom. Which may explain why he didn't bring pants with him this time.
It's OK; he's not actually naked. There's underwear in this picture. There's just also a helluva lot of Floyd muscles in it as well.
Only when he's inside and patting down his naked thighs does he realise: no pants means no cigarettes. Damn.
Which is - well, it's sweet is what it is. It'd probably be just sweet if it had been anyone other than Jeannette, who is Lawton's current bit of skirt, and who therefore was talking (hypothetically) going into Hell to save his undeserving ass.
He'd said nothing about it.
But it's on his mind when he comes into the bar, on his way from the Kitchen of the House of Secrets to their bedroom. Which may explain why he didn't bring pants with him this time.
It's OK; he's not actually naked. There's underwear in this picture. There's just also a helluva lot of Floyd muscles in it as well.
Only when he's inside and patting down his naked thighs does he realise: no pants means no cigarettes. Damn.