[So that's it. They did it, and now it's over. Cole takes Petre standing as a sign that he should himself, and he's still shaky, but he manages to dress - ugh. With come on his stomach. He'll have to shower too. Here's hoping Pell hasn't showed up to stay, he'll have some 'splaining to do about the state of his face and - well, the come on his stomach. Not possessive explaining, but this was a weird kind of encounter and one he'd rather not spell out in detail.]
Yeah. [He's got to admit that. He feels like he'll climb into bed and sleep like he used to at Project Splinter, like an absolute rock after years just dozing with an ear always open for trouble.
When Petre grabs his bag, he glances at it curiously. A bit warily. He picks up his jacket and phone which were sitting beside it, then finally asks.]
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Yeah. [He's got to admit that. He feels like he'll climb into bed and sleep like he used to at Project Splinter, like an absolute rock after years just dozing with an ear always open for trouble.
When Petre grabs his bag, he glances at it curiously. A bit warily. He picks up his jacket and phone which were sitting beside it, then finally asks.]
What was the bag all about?