[ he exists in a state of painful awareness of his own mortality. they say a hard loss will do that. a hard loss, as if that's what his own brother had been reduced to all those years ago. ]
Jesus.
[ he says finally, rubbing his eyelids with his fingertips. it's a long inhale and an accompanying exhale, before: ]
[ Sam's brow pinches as he thinks over what they've got so far, sinking a little lower down in the chair. The lights cast a dyspeptic sort of shade over everyone in the room — morgues have that kind of effect, anyway — though in this case it just exaggerates how worn Sam looks. ]
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Gonna need to check your detective work on that one.
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Yeah, well. My eyes aren't what they used to be.
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[ It is what it is. They can't stop the march of time, despite the way he can sometimes feel it collapse around him. ]
Seriously, though — forensics is up to their fucking eyeballs, they're not gonna fast-track us.
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[ he exists in a state of painful awareness of his own mortality. they say a hard loss will do that. a hard loss, as if that's what his own brother had been reduced to all those years ago. ]
Jesus.
[ he says finally, rubbing his eyelids with his fingertips. it's a long inhale and an accompanying exhale, before: ]
So, what now?
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[ Sam's brow pinches as he thinks over what they've got so far, sinking a little lower down in the chair. The lights cast a dyspeptic sort of shade over everyone in the room — morgues have that kind of effect, anyway — though in this case it just exaggerates how worn Sam looks. ]
I don't want to just wait.