there’s one thing that’s remarkably clear to pepper, and that is he’s not okay. ( the people that come to mallory’s never are, but this… this is a whole different kind of ‘not right’. ) he’s looking for something? ( someone? ) shifting, she opens the flap of her messenger bag and has in her hand a bottle of jack daniels stolen from her parents liquor cabinet. her small hand is held out, passing it to him.
❛ can you start making sense, dude? what the fuck is going on?❜
the bones in his entire arm SHIFT to push against his skin as he reaches for the bottle , removing the lid && pouring it quickly into his mouth with ease ( NUMBNESS will take a while , but he can COPE WITH THE PAIN ) . passed back , a silent thank you in the form of a nod , arms folding across chest . can he EXPLAIN why he’s out here ? TECHNICALLY , YES . can he say WHAT THE FUCK went on ? NOT … EXACTLY .
‘ that’s kinda a two parter , mate . why’m i out here ? or why am i bleedin’ everywhere ? ’