Are you sure you're okay?
“ It only grazed me. ”
She wasn’t talking about that, of course. The suit could be patched, the flesh would mend in no time flat. The blood he scrubbed off his hands didn’t belong to him, and try as he might to hide it from her, Angela was much too keen to be misled by a little awkward sleight of hand.
One of the things Richard liked about her.
“ Just, mm, an accident. At the warehouse. ”
He hated lying to her. She deserved better. But Tommy had a way of creeping into earshot, and Jimmy, well… She was Jimmy’s wife, after all.
"I see." A simple reply, she knew; Angela wrestled with this newfound knowledge. She was getting better at doing this dance with Jimmy, daring not to push him into telling her more than he wanted her to know. But Richard was different, and she wasn't sure if she should just leave it at that. With a voice both hesitant yet hopeful she continued, "Why don't you sit down? Make yourself comfortable."













