tkryder:
‘‘I KNOW they fucking murdered him. I KNOW.’‘ how he was remaining level-headed was beyond him, this was all driving him a bit over the edge. a hand rubs at his chin as he tries to think about it some more, hands thrown up in frustration. ‘‘grieve, cry, do ANYTHING that doesn’t draw anymore attention to yourself, or the santoro name– I DON’T KNOW nat. i do know whoever did this, isn’t going to get away with it.’‘ he doesn’t mean to yell, but he isn’t able to help it. a hand runs along his face, trying to think of what to do next. ‘‘– you’re not going back out there anytime soon. get comfortable. ‘’
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Deep down, she knew he was right. And in that moment, she hated him for it. She had always been the one to keep a cool head, always know the best way to act. But nothing could have prepared her for this moment. “I can’t just sit here while the people who killed him are out there,” she all but snarled, feeling suddenly like a caged animal. “I’m not a weak little girl who runs and hides. I need to - do something -” She needed to do something, but knew him well enough to know that he was true to his word. Letting out an exasperated grown, she sunk down into a chair, feeling truly useless for once.













