[Worn-down would be putting Angel's appearance lightly. Dark circles had returned to her under-eyes, something that she'd finally managed to chase away. Her hair was uncombed, and her clothes frumpy.
The holidays had been busy, she had thought to herself. As if it had caused the nightmares in her sleep, or the guilt that chased her in the daylight hours.
After a few seconds of staring on Krieg's part, Angel looked away. Her finger hovered over the camera, contemplating leaving their chat to audio for the time being.
His voice kept her from jumping on the opportunity right away.]
Blackthorn. I... can ask Jack if I can leave, though. We can meet wherever you wish.
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The holidays had been busy, she had thought to herself. As if it had caused the nightmares in her sleep, or the guilt that chased her in the daylight hours.
After a few seconds of staring on Krieg's part, Angel looked away. Her finger hovered over the camera, contemplating leaving their chat to audio for the time being.
His voice kept her from jumping on the opportunity right away.]
Blackthorn. I... can ask Jack if I can leave, though. We can meet wherever you wish.