He pulled his cellphone out when he heard it buzz. He flipped it open, staring at the text before sighing. "I need to call Sammy. He needs a list of stuff to get...he doesn't know what all I have or brought from the Impala." He pushed himself up, looking at Eliot for just a moment. "Umm, make a list for me? Groceries and stuff and I'll run down to the store once I'm off the phone."
He grabbed a pad and pen, setting them next to him before ducking outside. He left the door open again just in case Eliot needed to yell at him, but this time he walked away from the door, pacing the concrete slowly.
He dialed Sam, sighing and scrubbing his fingers through his hair. He didn't think Eliot would hear him this far away. He also didn't think about the fact that Eliot could get up and listen next to the door. "Sammy? Yeah. Okay umm, bandages, clean washrags...towels probably, lots of gauze. I need some of that cleaning shit...the sterile wash crap." He paused before nodding. "Yeah and grab some clothes. Just anything that might fit him."
They went over any other supplies before getting serious again. "Find a way to break this. He doesn't want this and its not fair that he didn't get a choice." He leaned against a car, glancing back towards the cracked hotel room door. "No. No its not what I want!" He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know you think its all this shit going on, but I really do fucking care about him. If I didn't care I would be begging you to break this thing. I'm not. Its what he wants."
He shook his head. "Just...look there has to be a way. Just find it. Then we can go our separate ways and he never has to see me again."
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Date: 2013-04-10 12:37 am (UTC)He grabbed a pad and pen, setting them next to him before ducking outside. He left the door open again just in case Eliot needed to yell at him, but this time he walked away from the door, pacing the concrete slowly.
He dialed Sam, sighing and scrubbing his fingers through his hair. He didn't think Eliot would hear him this far away. He also didn't think about the fact that Eliot could get up and listen next to the door. "Sammy? Yeah. Okay umm, bandages, clean washrags...towels probably, lots of gauze. I need some of that cleaning shit...the sterile wash crap." He paused before nodding. "Yeah and grab some clothes. Just anything that might fit him."
They went over any other supplies before getting serious again. "Find a way to break this. He doesn't want this and its not fair that he didn't get a choice." He leaned against a car, glancing back towards the cracked hotel room door. "No. No its not what I want!" He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I know you think its all this shit going on, but I really do fucking care about him. If I didn't care I would be begging you to break this thing. I'm not. Its what he wants."
He shook his head. "Just...look there has to be a way. Just find it. Then we can go our separate ways and he never has to see me again."