While it’s not exactly an offer he gets everyday, he knows it’s serious, and a good point. A day ago, he would have been skeptical, but after spending an afternoon lying in an evergrowing pool of blood? Yeah, he realizes now how sticky it gets. He's thinking about what Johnny said and remembering how it felt to keep sticking to the warehouse floor... And his clothes are already uncomfortable...
Still, dignity. But what is dignity. “Okay,” he shrugs. “You don’t have to. I mean I can probably just do it myself if you show me where it is--”
Flick, flick, flick. He’s playing with a cigarette lighter. Standing seems an enormous effort, and sitting here drinking until he passes out is much more appealing. But, not wanting to ever get glued to anything by his own blood ever again, he does manage to haul himself to his feet after a moment. He’s a little wobbly at first, but that’s more from alcohol than injury.
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Still, dignity. But what is dignity. “Okay,” he shrugs. “You don’t have to. I mean I can probably just do it myself if you show me where it is--”
Flick, flick, flick. He’s playing with a cigarette lighter. Standing seems an enormous effort, and sitting here drinking until he passes out is much more appealing. But, not wanting to ever get glued to anything by his own blood ever again, he does manage to haul himself to his feet after a moment. He’s a little wobbly at first, but that’s more from alcohol than injury.