Jul 28, 2015
cont. x
-- [ B eing with the woman in the time relevant, the reporter had gained the knowledge of certain times she’d disengage herself from reality and seek a sort of confined solace to her own mind; a battle of wits, maybe. Or control.
Letting the moment slide, he gently guided her up by the elbow and assured a collaborate weight against his side, hoisting by the waist when he found the position to do so. ]
❝ Stalker’s not about to show face, right? You’re, uh, the body’s in no condition to become a Gung-Ho. ❞