"Yeah," Crowley says after a moment, forcing the word up past the tight bands of panic constricting his ribs, his chest, his throat.
He picks up the cartons one after another, identifying them by the semi-legible ballpoint scrawls on the lids. Finding his, he contrives to open it with only moderate fumbling.
Silence.
(He stares blankly at the plastic-sealed chopsticks in his hand.)
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Date: 2008-02-24 05:57 am (UTC)"Yeah," Crowley says after a moment, forcing the word up past the tight bands of panic constricting his ribs, his chest, his throat.
He picks up the cartons one after another, identifying them by the semi-legible ballpoint scrawls on the lids. Finding his, he contrives to open it with only moderate fumbling.
Silence.
(He stares blankly at the plastic-sealed chopsticks in his hand.)