tell me i'm dirty
Harvestman looks much more like his normal self - sleep deprived and jumpy, eyeing the shadows he himself keeps too with more care than he does people. His clothes are pretty much his usual fair - oversized, torn in places, and out of style by at least a decade. He's got his glass of blood that, strangely, he's drinking from using a straw.
There's a bandage the size of Texas on his neck.
The text message he sent to Leander was short and to the point; his location and a request for the man to come. He added please before sending it; they weren't exactly not talking, but they weren't exactly still dating either. The time that Lilith had his body was still a complete blank, but it wasn't like he knew what the other man was up to these days either.
Until Lee came, if Lee came, he was just another guy in a bar that rapidly becoming one of the last few places he felt comfortable in, sipping his blood from a straw like it was Coke and occasionally touching the bandage on his neck with a wince.
There's a bandage the size of Texas on his neck.
The text message he sent to Leander was short and to the point; his location and a request for the man to come. He added please before sending it; they weren't exactly not talking, but they weren't exactly still dating either. The time that Lilith had his body was still a complete blank, but it wasn't like he knew what the other man was up to these days either.
Until Lee came, if Lee came, he was just another guy in a bar that rapidly becoming one of the last few places he felt comfortable in, sipping his blood from a straw like it was Coke and occasionally touching the bandage on his neck with a wince.