[She nods, and that's no small relief. Ninety-nine per cent of the time she's completely fine with having a boyfriend who insists on throwing himself headlong into crisis situations because God knows she's exactly the same, but this time -- knowing he was dosed is bad, but knowing he was out of harm's way is a huge weight off her mind.]
Dick, I - shit -
[She presses her forehead against his shoulder, breathing hard through clenched teeth.]
I killed - two people. At least two. I don't even know who the fuck they were.
[Spam]
Dick, I - shit -
[She presses her forehead against his shoulder, breathing hard through clenched teeth.]
I killed - two people. At least two. I don't even know who the fuck they were.