He's not. And the lie may not be as smooth as it normally is. Then he looks at the bathroom door and says, softly, "She's alright," and the emotion in his voice is no lie at all.
He gets up from the bed.
"I'll have some food sent up for you. You should eat, "he says to Jemma.
He'll need to look into getting a will drawn up. When he gets back from the King's.
'And Jemma?"
He does not like to be beholden. But he acknowledges when he is.
"Thank you. "
He raises his voice. Even though he doesn't have to. "I'm going downstairs, Pam. I'll be back later."
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He's not. And the lie may not be as smooth as it normally is.
Then he looks at the bathroom door and says, softly, "She's alright," and the emotion in his voice is no lie at all.
He gets up from the bed.
"I'll have some food sent up for you. You should eat, "he says to Jemma.
He'll need to look into getting a will drawn up. When he gets back from the King's.
'And Jemma?"
He does not like to be beholden. But he acknowledges when he is.
"Thank you. "
He raises his voice. Even though he doesn't have to.
"I'm going downstairs, Pam. I'll be back later."
Not leaving her before he's said goodbye.
But he needs space. And blood.