[He's trying very hard not to think about the other barge at all. To the Scott that was there. The Lydia. To the memory of Scott ripping her throat out right in front of him.
He lets her tug him over to the bed and he sits down on the edge of it, raising his eyebrows at the question. There's not a lot left that she doesn't already know about him in the extremely personal sense.]
Spam
He lets her tug him over to the bed and he sits down on the edge of it, raising his eyebrows at the question. There's not a lot left that she doesn't already know about him in the extremely personal sense.]
Yeah, of course. What is it?