"If it has sugar in it, I'll eat it," Gabriel says, matter-of-factly, accepting the fork and digging in it. As a matter of fact, chocolate is his favorite. He takes a chunk off the edge, himself, and digs in, suddenly remembering that he hasn't eaten in ages. That damn apocalypse will take a lot out of you.
And he notices your crime books, Murphy. The fact that he is choosing not to comment on them just means that he's resigned himself to the fact that you're gonna keep getting headaches over this until your brain explodes.
"Let's be honest for a second here, Murph," he announces, half-thoughtful. "You didn't think I was comin' back, didja?"
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Date: 2010-01-13 08:16 am (UTC)And he notices your crime books, Murphy. The fact that he is choosing not to comment on them just means that he's resigned himself to the fact that you're gonna keep getting headaches over this until your brain explodes.
"Let's be honest for a second here, Murph," he announces, half-thoughtful. "You didn't think I was comin' back, didja?"