[ He slings an arm over her shoulder and she wraps hers around his back and lifts with her legs to get him up. She's not a big woman, but she's strong, and he's not a large man. Still, she wouldn't want to be half-carrying him much further than where she's planning: the couch in front of the fireplace. ]
Who was going to kill you?
[ Whoever it is, they better put their head on a swivel, because she's feeling more than a little murderous, herself, just now. ]
Come on. We're just going for a little walk to the couch.
no subject
Who was going to kill you?
[ Whoever it is, they better put their head on a swivel, because she's feeling more than a little murderous, herself, just now. ]
Come on. We're just going for a little walk to the couch.