That-- was not what she expected. Joan had expected him to blow up at her at best and ignore her at worst and go back to whatever hole it was he built for himself when he wanted to be rid of these thoughts.
She doesn't say anything. Joan grabs another mug and fills it before taking a seat opposite of him. Taking the time to put some sugar in her own cup before she stirred it over and over. Watching the liquid swirl for a long moment.
"Whose murder?" it was the logical next question wasn't it?
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Date: 2012-12-08 06:12 am (UTC)She doesn't say anything. Joan grabs another mug and fills it before taking a seat opposite of him. Taking the time to put some sugar in her own cup before she stirred it over and over. Watching the liquid swirl for a long moment.
"Whose murder?" it was the logical next question wasn't it?