He looks up briefly as she walks in, still uncomfortable meeting her eyes, or anyone's. "Thanks," he says softly, his voice still hoarse, his throat still hurting to talk. He nods toward the first aid kit. It looks brand new; not like something that belonged to the bar that she borrowed. "Where did you get that?"
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Date: 2007-02-11 03:49 am (UTC)