He reaches out for a glass, shifting to lean up against the headboard.
"Thanks."
He takes a long drink from the glass, the water grounding in a way he
doesn't expect. Riddick is resisting now, resisting the urge to leave, or
to try and make things right. Neither is the right thing to do, he knows
that. Other than that, he's not sure what he should do and it's a strange
place to be.
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Date: 2013-07-10 11:28 am (UTC)He reaches out for a glass, shifting to lean up against the headboard. "Thanks."
He takes a long drink from the glass, the water grounding in a way he doesn't expect. Riddick is resisting now, resisting the urge to leave, or to try and make things right. Neither is the right thing to do, he knows that. Other than that, he's not sure what he should do and it's a strange place to be.