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Red emergency lighting slides over Krycek's face as he walks away. It looks like he's smiling again, and Weiss steps away from the wall.
He seriously is beginning to wonder if he has a death wish. If he ever sees Vaughn again, Weiss is so taking back the 'balls of steel' honorific for himself.
"Where are we going?" Weiss asks when he catches up to Krycek, staying a half-step behind the guy's right shoulder.
"Hotel," Krycek says, jerking his head at Weiss to open the back door.
Weiss squeezes past him. "Please tell me this hotel doesn't have plastic carpeting."
Krycek's laugh is warm and raspy in his ear, and Weiss shivers as he shoulders open the door.
"Maybe plastic sheets," Krycek says. He steps outside and turns left, street lamps throwing his features into a rough outline of charcoals.
Cars are honking a block away. It's a stupid honk, high and tinny.
Weiss thinks that dying in Paris would really suck.
He seriously is beginning to wonder if he has a death wish. If he ever sees Vaughn again, Weiss is so taking back the 'balls of steel' honorific for himself.
"Where are we going?" Weiss asks when he catches up to Krycek, staying a half-step behind the guy's right shoulder.
"Hotel," Krycek says, jerking his head at Weiss to open the back door.
Weiss squeezes past him. "Please tell me this hotel doesn't have plastic carpeting."
Krycek's laugh is warm and raspy in his ear, and Weiss shivers as he shoulders open the door.
"Maybe plastic sheets," Krycek says. He steps outside and turns left, street lamps throwing his features into a rough outline of charcoals.
Cars are honking a block away. It's a stupid honk, high and tinny.
Weiss thinks that dying in Paris would really suck.