[It's only been a couple hours, if that, since Chuck died in his arms. The blood has settled into his skin, dried there. He feels nauseous.
He's not one to turn down kindness, especially if it's sincere. It feels like the Glade all over again. He agreed to come to both places, he knows he did, but his memories of both incidents are shaky. He turns toward the sound of footsteps and sees a young man -- older than him -- approaching.]
Spam - Deck
He's not one to turn down kindness, especially if it's sincere. It feels like the Glade all over again. He agreed to come to both places, he knows he did, but his memories of both incidents are shaky. He turns toward the sound of footsteps and sees a young man -- older than him -- approaching.]
Yeah. Just now.