( The sight of those cuts had made him press his lips together, swallowing the outburst on his tongue. It wasn't like it'd help any, just scowling and swearing at the unknown person who worked the man over.
Bones rips another section of sheet down to the end and chuckles, breath clouding in the air. It's barely warmer in here with the both of them, still better than being outside. A fire would be best instead of that cold grate, a thought for later. )
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Bones rips another section of sheet down to the end and chuckles, breath clouding in the air. It's barely warmer in here with the both of them, still better than being outside. A fire would be best instead of that cold grate, a thought for later. )
Must be the masochist in me.