[ he opens his mouth to explain, but picking up the pace is a plan david can get behind. a little, anyway. it jostles him a lot more and every now and then steve's shoulder digs into him painfully but he'd rather that than the alternative so he doesn't complain any more than the grunts and groans of pain he can't help. ]
[ when they get to the door david props himself up, back pressed to the wall, and looks at the flashlight that steve's passed off to him. he hates these fucking things. could swear he's seen nea blind a killer from 10 feet away but when he tries to use them he might as well be shining it in his own face for all the good it does. ]
Manc, 's short for Manchester. [ he wipes a layer of sweat and blood off his forehead with the back of his hand, trying not to think about how heavy he's breathing right now ] It's where I'm from.
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[ when they get to the door david props himself up, back pressed to the wall, and looks at the flashlight that steve's passed off to him. he hates these fucking things. could swear he's seen nea blind a killer from 10 feet away but when he tries to use them he might as well be shining it in his own face for all the good it does. ]
Manc, 's short for Manchester. [ he wipes a layer of sweat and blood off his forehead with the back of his hand, trying not to think about how heavy he's breathing right now ] It's where I'm from.