Blood's seeping through the cracks of her fingers, running over her knuckles and the stickiness of it doesn't dissipate, doesn't fucking dry.
"Should've told me sooner," Her breath's all hitched up in her throat; it's hard to remember to breathe, hunched over him across the hard plastic of the e-brake-- the seatbelts and day old soda cans-- in a shot-up car parked on the curb of a busy storefront. People are staring. The flicker of lights bounces off a barely functioning rear view mirror.
"Can't change the damn thing when I'm keeping you alive, can I."
Charlie laughs all low and barking and crystal clear despite the blood and the sharp line as the muscle in his cheek jumps. And then it loops low, goes soft along with his fingers across the back of her hand. He knows someone in Tel Aviv who can find them a place to hole up for a few days and it's important to tell her that. He jerks a few times where he's sitting and then he stops.
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"Should've told me sooner," Her breath's all hitched up in her throat; it's hard to remember to breathe, hunched over him across the hard plastic of the e-brake-- the seatbelts and day old soda cans-- in a shot-up car parked on the curb of a busy storefront. People are staring. The flicker of lights bounces off a barely functioning rear view mirror.
"Can't change the damn thing when I'm keeping you alive, can I."
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