"I can hear you," Eliot mumbled in reminder when Dean walked back in, not understanding why the hunter even left the room in the first place. He didn't bother opening his eyes though, he could feel horrible without the room swirling around him too.
His voice did tighten a bit though when he asked, "He's comin'?" Whether he trusted him and his research was one thing, seeing the guy who shot him was another. Yet he knew there was no choice if the man was the one with all the information.
He didn't like it, he didn't before and still didn't now, but he'd go with whatever would get him through this alive.
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Date: 2013-04-05 04:41 am (UTC)His voice did tighten a bit though when he asked, "He's comin'?" Whether he trusted him and his research was one thing, seeing the guy who shot him was another. Yet he knew there was no choice if the man was the one with all the information.
He didn't like it, he didn't before and still didn't now, but he'd go with whatever would get him through this alive.