She knows very well what he means, and he finds himself smiling despite everything. There are worse places to be in life than here, he supposes. Or in death, anyway.
He looks down at his arm, where the mottled bruising is starting to darken. He can't move past the wall of words in his mind that reminds him that she should've left and not looked back. Before he can properly register it, he has stood and stepped over to his clothing, slipping on his pants and then his wrinkled trousers.
"With you, Woman, I think the distraction is only just beginning."
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Date: 2012-08-11 04:37 am (UTC)He looks down at his arm, where the mottled bruising is starting to darken. He can't move past the wall of words in his mind that reminds him that she should've left and not looked back. Before he can properly register it, he has stood and stepped over to his clothing, slipping on his pants and then his wrinkled trousers.
"With you, Woman, I think the distraction is only just beginning."