[ Jean's instinct is correct; he and Neil are both sick as dogs, and they sure as hell haven't reached the point of coughing up whatever they're keeping inside just yet.
Charlie doesn't even know what it is for him. He's sad his best friend went and shot himself in the head for no reason? Well, yeah. No shit. That's not exactly a secret, he just doesn't go blabbing about it because it's Neil's business, not his. If Neil weren't here...
He doesn't want to think about it.
When he opens the door for Jean, he's wearing his thick Welton winter coat indoors, dark wool that reaches down to his shins. Despite that, there's a thin sheen of sweat over his pallid face. ]
Hey, Jean. Did Neil put in an order?
[ His voice is rough, rubbed raw from how bad he's been coughing all day. ]
sigh cw suicide as ever
Charlie doesn't even know what it is for him. He's sad his best friend went and shot himself in the head for no reason? Well, yeah. No shit. That's not exactly a secret, he just doesn't go blabbing about it because it's Neil's business, not his. If Neil weren't here...
He doesn't want to think about it.
When he opens the door for Jean, he's wearing his thick Welton winter coat indoors, dark wool that reaches down to his shins. Despite that, there's a thin sheen of sweat over his pallid face. ]
Hey, Jean. Did Neil put in an order?
[ His voice is rough, rubbed raw from how bad he's been coughing all day. ]