[If he weren't already on the ashen side, he'd be going there now. As far as Aaron was concerned - it was June. Early June. A Wednesday. The Pope's just gone to Poland. The Supersonics just won the NBA.
Had he lost three months to him?]
...Something's fucked. It was June.
[Drip.]
It - it should stop. Right?
[When he hesitantly lifts a hand away the cut does bleed more. But it also looks blatantly like something sharp's been slashed through his face, tearing his lip and narrowly missing his eye.]
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Had he lost three months to him?]
...Something's fucked. It was June.
[Drip.]
It - it should stop. Right?
[When he hesitantly lifts a hand away the cut does bleed more. But it also looks blatantly like something sharp's been slashed through his face, tearing his lip and narrowly missing his eye.]