โMy grief and introspection terrifies them... drives Gemma mad. Clay's pity has moved into profound loathing. I see my best friend and my wife growing closer and closer. I have no jealousy, truly. I feel nothing. Not even fear, and I know I should be afraid...โ
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+) he was growing to loathe her. The air she breathed that he once donated on made him want to put a bullet through his own brain.
"Morning." He smiled as he grabbed a cup of strong black coffee and pulled out a cigarette, sparking it up. Watching +)
โMy grief and introspection terrifies them... drives Gemma mad. Clay's pity has moved into profound loathing. I see my best friend and my wife growing closer and closer. I have no jealousy, truly. I feel nothing. Not even fear, and I know I should be afraid...โ
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@XBeautyMisfitx +) you may need a trip to St Thomas's. Looks like you fell pretty hard." He flashed his pistol. "I'd go now before you end at the morgue there."
@XBeautyMisfitx +) you got one extra. And you can take it as her formal resignation from this shit hole." JT told Gemma to go and get her things together, and he'd wait for her.
Once she had gone, JT crouched down by Gemma's old boss and flicked the tip of his bloodied nose. "Think +)