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[rigthegames]

[After this :]

The door opens.

The door closes, and Sands leans his head back against it to stare blankly up at the ceiling.

“Hi,” he says, after a moment’s pause.

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[not_one_drop]

Well, that's...quite the entrance. Not.

"Hi."

She doesn't look up from the ripped shirt she's currently inspecting, trying to figure out if it's salvageable or not.

[rigthegames]

“Do we, uh-” he trails off, rubs a hand across his eyes.

A pause, and his fingers begin to drum against the doorframe- quietly at first, but getting louder.

“Is there anything to drink?”

[not_one_drop]

At that, she does look up, and frowns. "Probably. Check the bathroom cabinet."

There should still be some assorted bottles in there.

"What happened?"

[rigthegames]

“Right. Bathroom.”

He grins briefly, a flash of teeth not quite directed at her, and pushes himself away from the door. His fingers twitch, clench compulsively.

A few steps forwards, and he hesitates at her question.

Flatly, “It doesn’t matter.”