That corner of his mouth turns up in a small smile, and he lets her go so they can head into the other room.
While she takes care of food he searches through the clutter of their room. He can't find his coat, but he eventually finds a Baby Ruth in the mess. King Size, enough to tide him over until the food arrives.
Sitting down on the end of the bed, he munches on the candy bar while looking himself over, trying to put the pieces together. He traces a fading burn mark on his bare chest and shakes his head.
"Someone had a fancy gun." The marks aren't bullet holes.
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That corner of his mouth turns up in a small smile, and he lets her go so they can head into the other room.
While she takes care of food he searches through the clutter of their room. He can't find his coat, but he eventually finds a Baby Ruth in the mess. King Size, enough to tide him over until the food arrives.
Sitting down on the end of the bed, he munches on the candy bar while looking himself over, trying to put the pieces together. He traces a fading burn mark on his bare chest and shakes his head.
"Someone had a fancy gun." The marks aren't bullet holes.