"Sweetheart, we need to have a talk about feeding the townspeople all our kills." Walter feigns a very concerned face. "Besides, he's friends with the Largos, who knows what weird shit Geneco's replaced. We can't make people eat that."
He's not going to complain about her playing with his hair; instead he kisses her forehead and rests his face against it for a moment. It's been a long... three days. There is something seriously fucking wrong with him. Three days. Good lord. That reminds him, though. "What the fuck is Weyoun even doing out here?"
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Date: 2013-07-27 07:35 am (UTC)He's not going to complain about her playing with his hair; instead he kisses her forehead and rests his face against it for a moment. It's been a long... three days. There is something seriously fucking wrong with him. Three days. Good lord. That reminds him, though. "What the fuck is Weyoun even doing out here?"