[Why is no one there? That can't be good. Damn it.]
Okay. I'lll...yeah.
[He's not a fan of this snow bullshit. It's worse than the rain was, and the rain was pretty horrible. But since this is urgent -it feels urgent anyway- he wraps himself up in Lily's light up sweater and Collete's dorky glittering hat and gloves, and the dead guy's coat and boots. There's no time for a pocket check, so he ignores it for the time being and shuffles out into the snow. Fucking winter. Fucking Jesse. Ugh.
Except that when he finally gets there -finally- he can see a problem. Only one set of tracks lead inside, and they aren't Jesse's. He hesitates, not sure what Lisbeth will do if he knocks on her door twice in the same week. Damn it.]
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Okay. I'lll...yeah.
[He's not a fan of this snow bullshit. It's worse than the rain was, and the rain was pretty horrible. But since this is urgent -it feels urgent anyway- he wraps himself up in Lily's light up sweater and Collete's dorky glittering hat and gloves, and the dead guy's coat and boots. There's no time for a pocket check, so he ignores it for the time being and shuffles out into the snow. Fucking winter. Fucking Jesse. Ugh.
Except that when he finally gets there -finally- he can see a problem. Only one set of tracks lead inside, and they aren't Jesse's. He hesitates, not sure what Lisbeth will do if he knocks on her door twice in the same week. Damn it.]
Uh...Jesse?