César's rambling is interrupted by Johnny pulling him gently into the room. His heart is going.
When Johnny tells him to breathe, he does take in a slow breath, finding comfort in those eyes that meet his. Humanity. Acknowledging his humanity, as Johnny always does.
He doesn't want to tell it from the top. Watson is there, telling them César should sit. Waves of relief that they're both here, and his shoulders sag as they relax. But their priorities are wrong?
"No, no—I need to empty out my vest pockets, and wash out the blood from my clothes before it dries...." Instead of frantic, his voice... drifts.
He unfolds the shirt and vest to reveal the blood on them. Not his. The right sides of both have gotten the worst of it, with his arm and shoulder areas having the worst of it; whoever it belongs to, they're missing quite a bit of it. His right pants leg, now revealed, has some blood on it, too. Fresh. Still wet, just like the blood on his face and hair.
no subject
When Johnny tells him to breathe, he does take in a slow breath, finding comfort in those eyes that meet his. Humanity. Acknowledging his humanity, as Johnny always does.
He doesn't want to tell it from the top. Watson is there, telling them César should sit. Waves of relief that they're both here, and his shoulders sag as they relax. But their priorities are wrong?
"No, no—I need to empty out my vest pockets, and wash out the blood from my clothes before it dries...." Instead of frantic, his voice... drifts.
He unfolds the shirt and vest to reveal the blood on them. Not his. The right sides of both have gotten the worst of it, with his arm and shoulder areas having the worst of it; whoever it belongs to, they're missing quite a bit of it. His right pants leg, now revealed, has some blood on it, too. Fresh. Still wet, just like the blood on his face and hair.
"I need some cold water."