He looked away from the wall after looking once more at it and turned off the light that was illuminating it. He sighs a little and leans against the desk for a while in thought. He didnt hear what she said though but he looked at her again after some time as she was looking up at the ceiling.
The sound of metal on wood might startle her as he took his revolver out of its holster and tossed it lightly on the desk. She could hear him taking off the belt too also with a jingle in the still air and then it was tossed also on the desk. He reached for bottle again, a source of relief for him, and drank some more and grumbled at how it burnt in his throat. He shook it off and put it down again as he paced to the other side of the room to a closet and opened it. Shrugging his jacket off he tossed it in the closet.
He turned to her again. He looked like he was in deep thought but also a bit down. There could be seen he looked alone. He forced a small smile, but it was difficult for him to hold it.
"Do you have any other injuries?... I need to know if you're alright."
It might seem like a normal question to her... but he meant what he said in more ways then one.
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