Was...was Lucius crying? God what had happened while he was out? It hurts a bit that Ed doesn't know... but why would he? And really why does it matter.
He winces as the door shuts behind them and waits a moment to make sure they're really gone before sitting up in bed. Had he done the right thing? No of course not he should have told Ed himself... it...wouldn't have gone well but...
Pathetic Nigel says from where he is now my the door. You don't deserve half of what he has to offer. You should be thanking him for the privilege of just associating with you but no, can't face anything, can you baby Bonnet? Just have to cry and run boohoohoo poor me. You make me sick.
Well, at least he is consistent in something. He stares at the spot Nogel had been and sees there is nothing there after all.
He supposes...from now on he'll be easier on Lucius. Ask him to do less. Just a little to keep up the pretext... and as for Ed...who knew? Maybe things had finished...and maybe that was for the best.
He spots a book among the flowers on the desk and pulls it into his lap. Handbook for the Recently Deceased. Morbid but he'll read anything to keep his mind off things.
...Only he can't get it to open...
He lets out a sharp breath that is part laugh, part sigh and stares at the place where the wall meets the ceiling. The room is more silent than he's ever heard it- but there is nothing to do but sit here
no subject
He winces as the door shuts behind them and waits a moment to make sure they're really gone before sitting up in bed. Had he done the right thing? No of course not he should have told Ed himself... it...wouldn't have gone well but...
Pathetic Nigel says from where he is now my the door. You don't deserve half of what he has to offer. You should be thanking him for the privilege of just associating with you but no, can't face anything, can you baby Bonnet? Just have to cry and run boohoohoo poor me. You make me sick.
Well, at least he is consistent in something. He stares at the spot Nogel had been and sees there is nothing there after all.
He supposes...from now on he'll be easier on Lucius. Ask him to do less. Just a little to keep up the pretext... and as for Ed...who knew? Maybe things had finished...and maybe that was for the best.
He spots a book among the flowers on the desk and pulls it into his lap. Handbook for the Recently Deceased. Morbid but he'll read anything to keep his mind off things.
...Only he can't get it to open...
He lets out a sharp breath that is part laugh, part sigh and stares at the place where the wall meets the ceiling. The room is more silent than he's ever heard it- but there is nothing to do but sit here
alone