Jul 28, 2025
@malum-incessu // continued
What Patrick kicks clatters loudly across the floor. It's hard to identify at first only because of what it is. Not a knife or a gun, but a tire iron. Canary's eyes follow it and then flick back to Patrick, tears rolling steadily down his cheeks.
Everything he wants to say seems to be caught in his throat, impossible to get out. Even if his life may depend on it-- Patrick may have lowered the gun but he still had a gun-- Canary can't seem to get a single word out. Blood is spattered all over Canary's face , shirt and arms, even staining the bleached blonde locks of hair that hang in his face.
Almost certainly in shock, all Canary can do is force himself to give a slight shake of his head. No, he's not hurt.