He gives her a little bit of a critical look, but he ain't the type to sit around and weep over a life story or nothin'. If anyone was gonna, he could claim he got the right to do that but crying never did no one any good and he's got the marks on his face to remind him about that every friggin' day.
"That's the problem with people. They die." He shrugs in a what're you gonna do kind of way, but fuck it if he ain't got his brother's knife still tucked at the back of his waist like always. "Anyhow, you turned out okay."
She definitely gets the Reno stamp of approval. "You're smart. You got a killer body. You ain't afraid." There's also that tongue thing, but enough friggin' accolades for one moment or they'll take away his cynic's license. "So come on. I'll buy you breakfast."
Then they can sob into their friggin' coffees together all they want before they each go off to do whatever the fuck they're gonna do with their day.
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Date: 2011-02-27 10:21 pm (UTC)"That's the problem with people. They die." He shrugs in a what're you gonna do kind of way, but fuck it if he ain't got his brother's knife still tucked at the back of his waist like always. "Anyhow, you turned out okay."
She definitely gets the Reno stamp of approval. "You're smart. You got a killer body. You ain't afraid." There's also that tongue thing, but enough friggin' accolades for one moment or they'll take away his cynic's license. "So come on. I'll buy you breakfast."
Then they can sob into their friggin' coffees together all they want before they each go off to do whatever the fuck they're gonna do with their day.