@nowmakeyourpeace; continuing this
Michael didn’t mean to listen in on her conversation, but it was a small chapel and the acoustics weren’t great for keeping quiet words actually quiet. He winced at her curses, but didn’t mention it as he slid into the seat next to hers. “You’re a friend of Harry, right?”
It seemed that question came up a lot lately, but usually Harry’s… associates didn’t stick around to see if he’d survive once the fight was done. John hadn’t visited, but Michael assumed that was for the same reason that Harry usually avoided hospitals, they couldn’t risk the lives of so many others just by being in the vicinity of the machines.
This woman, though, had slipped out of Harry’s room right when Michael arrived and she’d looked upset. The least he could do was see if she wanted some company. “I’m Michael.”
