Bury me in this cold lightThat line reminds me of Cole. So does this man, shifting from a fury in which he pushed my head underwater yesterday to this repentant, grief-filled and rueful man, average in every way except for any of them, thanks to his good looks and greater fortune which give him a pass far too often, honestly.
When your killer becomes your savior before your very eyes there isn't much left that you're going to trust throughout the run of that day, is there?
Give me up for Lent and I'll make sure I finish the job, Neamhchiontach.
I look at his medium blues. I know you won't.
I can ensure enough brain damage that they wouldn't want you anymore and then you'd wish I had.
Oh. You're back. I was wondering where you went.
Ruefulness is not Caleb's strong suit, nor does he ever play the sympathy card long enough for me to feel it at all.