[Gregory quietly listened to his son story. His tea sat forgotten when Miles went into more detail about his supposed death. His expression went grim as he recalled what he found under his coat only moments ago. As if his left hand knew what he was thinking, it reached up toward where the bullet wound was.
Miles' question brought him back to reality, his hand lowered before it reached his heart.]
I....yes, that was the last thing I remembered before I found myself outside in the rain. [Gregory was still distracted by the details Miles had told him.]
/sneaks in the latest tag ever
Miles' question brought him back to reality, his hand lowered before it reached his heart.]
I....yes, that was the last thing I remembered before I found myself outside in the rain. [Gregory was still distracted by the details Miles had told him.]