Up until now he'd just been letting Sara move his hand where she wants it, where she needs to see whatever she needs to see; she could break every bone in every finger and he wouldn't pull it back, but he knows she won't. Her hurt has turned inward. He'll think later maybe it always had, in a parabolic way. For now though, he turns his hand over so it's palm up, an offer of a different kind while he swallows in turn and reaches over to tap the ash off his cigarette.
"When I'd hit a dead end on a case," he starts, slowly, carefully, "I would always circle back through everyone I'd already talked to at least once, maybe twice." Sometimes seeing a blade runner turning up was enough to shake something new loose. Sometimes someone simply not being around anymore was enough to tell him where he should be looking.
"They always thought I'd hurt them because other blade runners might, even though I never did." He never saw any point in taking out the things other people do on the people in front of him. "I was worried it would do the same. So I went to find it first."
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Date: 2022-08-06 04:48 am (UTC)"When I'd hit a dead end on a case," he starts, slowly, carefully, "I would always circle back through everyone I'd already talked to at least once, maybe twice."
Sometimes seeing a blade runner turning up was enough to shake something new loose. Sometimes someone simply not being around anymore was enough to tell him where he should be looking.
"They always thought I'd hurt them because other blade runners might, even though I never did." He never saw any point in taking out the things other people do on the people in front of him. "I was worried it would do the same. So I went to find it first."