No, he won't. [Whether he meant it or not, there's only one bloody glutton Angel knew, and it was the one they were talking about. Her cheek settled in against his ribs, sigh escaping her lips. Rail thin arms wrapped themselves around Krieg's torso in the meanwhile, squeezing them as tight as her frame could.]
I am sorry for worrying you. Waking you. You should sleep, Krieg.
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I am sorry for worrying you. Waking you. You should sleep, Krieg.