William Halloran: ((Ahh, memories...))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*G*) Brigitte gives a gentle knock on William's door. "Love? You awake?"

William Halloran: "Yeah," comes the answer through the door. He's off-shit...but to his credit, he hasn't had too much to drink. He's definitely not drunk. He's just sitting on his bed, smoking and staring at the floor.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She saunters into the room, closing the door behind her. Moving quietly toward his bed. "Are.. you feeling any better, love?"

William Halloran: He shrugs some. "Jaw thtill hurtth thome." His speech is still somewhat impaired, obviously, face swollen and bruised. "I'll b'fine." He looks up at her, eyes wide. "Y'okay?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sits down on the corner of his bed, giving a subtle nod. "I'm fine." She mutters quietly. She obviously looks upset about something.

William Halloran: He bites on his lip, then winces from the reaction his jaw gives him. "M'thorry, Wethtucadi. Know I fugged up."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She doesn't look up. "Don't say my name, William. Not when you can't say it properly."

William Halloran: He flushes and nods. "'kay. Thorry."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head. "You didn't fuck up, William. I did."

William Halloran: "I..." He stops and blinks, looking at her. If she'd just grown another head and started speaking in pig-Latin backwards, he'd be less taken aback. "Huh?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "You're my responsibility, William. And I abandoned you. I ran. You got your ass kicked.. and I booked."

William Halloran: He frowns a little bit. "Tha's whad you were thpothd t'do. I mean...nod thad I think y'r thpothd t'do anythin, bud...I was dryin t'pr'decd you...give ya time t'geddaway."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She puts a dainty hand on his knee. "You're such a good boy.." She leans back against the giant. "If it eases your pain in the slightest.. both parties responsible are being dealt with."

William Halloran: He nods at that, seeming quite relieved...and tentatively, he puts an arm around her waist when she leans back. "Gud. Meanth yer thafe from'em."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Everyone is. I'm not certain what fate met the man responsible.. But the woman will suffer for some time before her head is removed. If I read Marcel correctly.. the man is already dead."

William Halloran: "Dath's gud." He nods. "Fuggin' fampireth. Hade doth fuggin' things."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods, nuzzling her head back against the man. "The father of their line was just as horrid. They've always been a pain, I'd imagine. I don't see that stopping any time soon."

William Halloran: "Montherth. All a bunsha fuggin' montherth." He lets out a slow breath, and looks down at her. "Y'didn' do nothin' wro'g, Bwijette. Thothe ith the kindtha thingth I wanned t'pr'decd ya from. Jueth glad'ja god away."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns. "They would kill you, William."

William Halloran: "Mebbe." He shrugs. "Bedder me then you, though."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sighs. Hard to argue with that point, afterall. "Do you think you'll be up for the upcoming raid?"

William Halloran: "I'll be gud 'nuff t'go, yeah." He nods. "Mabbe not quide hunnerd perthend, bud I'll b'fine."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She pouts up to him. "You're not allowed to get killed, love. Are you sure you're up for it?"

William Halloran: "M'jutht gonna be doin' clean-up thit an' th'like, right?" He nods. "I c'n handle thad." He looks down at her. "You gon' be okay innid?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "I.. don't know. I'm not a fighter.." She says with an obviously worried look. "They're recruiting mortals to help guard Keiko off site. Urian asked me to have you help there rather than cleaning up at the warehouse."

William Halloran: He nods. "Kay. Prob'y be bedda ad thad. All I know on clean-up is a liddle firtht aid." His look to her mirrors hers. "M'worried 'boutsha."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "That makes two of us.." She says with a forced smile. "I.. don't know what's going to happen, William."

William Halloran: "There anything I c'n do?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head no, curling up around the giant. "This is something I can't run away from.. I'm scared."

William Halloran: "Yeh. I know." He holds her gently, watching her with real concern. "Well...w'don' know th'gonna b'bad. Mebbe y'be jutht fine, righd? Y'god lodsa odders widcha..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods quietly. Closing her eyes. "Is it alright if I stay down here with you tonight? It's lonely upstairs.."

William Halloran: "Yeh...yeh, o'courth." He reaches up and smooths his hand over her hair in a petting motion. "Id'll b'okay, Bwijette. Thomehow, id'll be fine."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "If.. something does happen.. and I fall back into the abyss.. Find a way to bring me back." She murmurs sleepily. "I like it here. I don't want to leave."

William Halloran: "I will." He nods. "I'll figger oudda way. Promith."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nuzzles close, and soon falls asleep.

William Halloran: He stays there, awake and holding her for as long as she sleeps. He's got cigarettes nearby, and Brigitte. He doesn't need anything else.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (danke!)

William Halloran: ((Thank you too! :D))