The last gift he'd gotten from her was a orange knit hat that at the moment he was holding in his rough and work worn fingers as he let the events of the day process.
He was quiet and looking particularly dangerous glaring at anyone daring to make eye contact as he tried to wrap his head around the simply unbelievable circumstances surrounding today.
Could everyone really be gone? And everything?
No sense in falling apart about it. Fact of the matter was he never cared for most of the verse anyway. Hell he'd spent a good portion of his life making enemies in a fashion. All he could do now was keep going, find a way to do what he did best for profit.
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The last gift he'd gotten from her was a orange knit hat that at the moment he was holding in his rough and work worn fingers as he let the events of the day process.
He was quiet and looking particularly dangerous glaring at anyone daring to make eye contact as he tried to wrap his head around the simply unbelievable circumstances surrounding today.
Could everyone really be gone? And everything?
No sense in falling apart about it. Fact of the matter was he never cared for most of the verse anyway. Hell he'd spent a good portion of his life making enemies in a fashion. All he could do now was keep going, find a way to do what he did best for profit.
He tucked his mother's hat in his pocket for now.