He walked back to her, shaking head and hands to suppress the traits again. It was more difficult, in such situations. There were so many raging emotions, instincts - they were hard to control, even on the medication. He glanced down at the shirt, where there were now holes. He sighed. Bullets. Inconvenient things.
He stepped next to her, a hand touching her on the shoulder.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
momijizukamori and
no subject
Date: 2013-03-04 02:18 am (UTC)He stepped next to her, a hand touching her on the shoulder.
"You can open your eyes now."