"I'm shuttin' up, Freckles." Arm still around her, he guides her to the door leading to the lobby without saying another damn word. Going back now would be like playing a hell of a game of Russian roulette, and he ain't that accomplished a gambler.
He don't say a thing as they make it through the lobby and he don't say a thing as they get their keys, and he don't say a thing as they wait for the elevator or get in the elevator or ride up to the third floor. What's he gonna say, you okay, Freckles? She ain't and neither is he and the both of 'em know it. When the elevator stops, he holds the door open with one hand but doesn't move the other from around her.
Not yet. Now it's time to say something, and it ain't something he wants to say here inside the elevator so he steps out with her. No, he ain't dim enough to try and hit on her or nothing; he just wants to see her safely to her room.
And say one thing on the way.
"Looks like twelve hours was the right amount of time. We picked good." Hell yeah he's scared of dying. No one's ever accused him of being a noble warrior.
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He don't say a thing as they make it through the lobby and he don't say a thing as they get their keys, and he don't say a thing as they wait for the elevator or get in the elevator or ride up to the third floor. What's he gonna say, you okay, Freckles? She ain't and neither is he and the both of 'em know it. When the elevator stops, he holds the door open with one hand but doesn't move the other from around her.
Not yet. Now it's time to say something, and it ain't something he wants to say here inside the elevator so he steps out with her. No, he ain't dim enough to try and hit on her or nothing; he just wants to see her safely to her room.
And say one thing on the way.
"Looks like twelve hours was the right amount of time. We picked good." Hell yeah he's scared of dying. No one's ever accused him of being a noble warrior.