“Hey, Ro - c’mon. We gotta get going.” “…” “…Sigh.” He took her shoulder, eyes only briefly wandering down to that blue cap she was holding, and then back up. To the back of her head. He dared not turn her around for if she was crying… Well. It was needless to say Nick was horrible dealing with upset women. Hence the ex-wives.
“Hey. At least we’re still alive, right?” “…Right.” “Four more blocks.” “Right.” “Maybe we can even put down that son of a bitch who got Ellis.”
That’s what finally made her react. She raised her head, turned to Nick. Not a single tear was being shed. If anything, she looked determined. Another nod was given. “Let’s do this,” She finally spoke, and even though her tone was quiet, it did not lack neither anger nor strength. “For Ellis and Coach.”
I wasn’t going to post this, since it’s primary use is being a reference for a drawing (which I posted, but idk if I like how it’s going anymoreA URHAG), but y’know what…. gonna post this anyway because I like it as is. :C
:U He can be either asleep or unconscious or dead, idc. It’s like a pick-your-own-adventure.