[ She, barefoot and buttoned up in one of his shirts, surrounded by the red long-past-five-second-rule bodies of Swedish fish, backs up to allow the door to swing open, then peers out at him.
Smiles at him, then feigns a look of pity and nods in agreement: no sudden movements, no loud noises. ]
I'll go quietly.
[ With that, she reaches for the aspirin, whole-fisting the bottle to muffle any ricochet of the pills within.
Game's over, he looks too ragged for more of this. The next thing she reaches for is him, to help him back to bed. ]
Come on, Officer. You look like the stakeout didn't go too well.
no subject
Smiles at him, then feigns a look of pity and nods in agreement: no sudden movements, no loud noises. ]
I'll go quietly.
[ With that, she reaches for the aspirin, whole-fisting the bottle to muffle any ricochet of the pills within.
Game's over, he looks too ragged for more of this. The next thing she reaches for is him, to help him back to bed. ]
Come on, Officer. You look like the stakeout didn't go too well.