Curtis sat up, shook his head, and took the fucking coward's way out. It would've been easy, the perfect time, to tell Grey what had happened in Wilford's chambers. But what fucking good would that do? Because who the hell even knew what was the truth, anymore.
"Forget it," he murmured, propping himself up against the pillows, with a sigh. Reaching over to the bedside table, he grabbed a pack of smokes and his lighter, his face flaring orange in the glow of the flame. After the first drag, cigarette stuck between his lips, he reached out and traced the spiral of words on Grey's ribs.
There was come drying on his own stomach. He'd need to get up and clean himself off. In a minute.
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Date: 2014-12-06 03:36 am (UTC)"Forget it," he murmured, propping himself up against the pillows, with a sigh. Reaching over to the bedside table, he grabbed a pack of smokes and his lighter, his face flaring orange in the glow of the flame. After the first drag, cigarette stuck between his lips, he reached out and traced the spiral of words on Grey's ribs.
There was come drying on his own stomach. He'd need to get up and clean himself off. In a minute.