[ He can still smell it, metallic and acrid. Blood on wood varnish, blood on incense, bleach and vinegar and a missed splatter here and there and everywhere. ]
It’s already too much.
But thank you. And I will. I think we both just need a minute to breathe and get our heads straight, and then I’ll call you, okay?
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[ He can still smell it, metallic and acrid. Blood on wood varnish, blood on incense, bleach and vinegar and a missed splatter here and there and everywhere. ]
It’s already too much.
But thank you. And I will. I think we both just need a minute to breathe and get our heads straight, and then I’ll call you, okay?
Don’t let Quentin go wandering around on his own.