[He stood in the door way, horror written in his gaze. All he could let himself think about was the logistics of her death, because like hell did he want to think about anything else. About how there were good people, and then there was Angela.]
[And then there's uneasiness, a deep seated worry in his gut. He made a note to come back here later, once everything was settled.]
[Now? Now he needed a drink. A drink and someone to talk to. Good thing he had a phone in his room.]
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[He stood in the door way, horror written in his gaze. All he could let himself think about was the logistics of her death, because like hell did he want to think about anything else. About how there were good people, and then there was Angela.]
[And then there's uneasiness, a deep seated worry in his gut. He made a note to come back here later, once everything was settled.]
[Now? Now he needed a drink. A drink and someone to talk to. Good thing he had a phone in his room.]