K follows him, and as soon as they're outside he pulls a cigarette out of the tin in his pocket and lights it up. He gives himself the time it takes to smoke it down to nothing before he says anything else, walking alongside Jesus and both smoothing the wrinkles out of his own mood and steeling himself to admit what he knows he needs to regardless of the consequences.
"I - didn't make quota," he offers, quietly, when it comes to choosing which direction they'll go: towards Jesus's apartment, towards K's, or separate. "One of the messages on my phone is to report to the SLUT center for injection, or I'll be taken there anyway."
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Date: 2022-08-24 11:51 pm (UTC)"I - didn't make quota," he offers, quietly, when it comes to choosing which direction they'll go: towards Jesus's apartment, towards K's, or separate. "One of the messages on my phone is to report to the SLUT center for injection, or I'll be taken there anyway."