[Yeah. He should've figured. A hand creeps up to momentarily shroud that thin slice of his face from view as he scrubs at his eyes, tiredly. He's barely slept since then, and who could blame him? He got a bullet wound the leg and he's been doing back-alley first aid to keep himself on his feet. He'll have to turn to someone who can legitimately take care of him soon, just so the damn thing doesn't get infected.]
Yeah.
[He doesn't have an answer to that beyond the obvious. He's not about to blame her or Shaun for their actions. They were defending themselves, for all they knew.
Except they put the pieces together. Or at least George did.
Might as well start with the important questions. His hand falls away, his stare sincere.]
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Yeah.
[He doesn't have an answer to that beyond the obvious. He's not about to blame her or Shaun for their actions. They were defending themselves, for all they knew.
Except they put the pieces together. Or at least George did.
Might as well start with the important questions. His hand falls away, his stare sincere.]
Did I hurt anyone?