(He doesn't realize it, but he tips his head toward Brennan slightly when he sits down beside him. Just the barest little shift closer. ]
Yeah. That was the real injustice of this fucking mess.
[ The seam of one of the shoulders of his jacket is torn apart; the tie is a wrinkled mess. He plucks absently at the crease of his trouser leg with a bandaged hand, where there's a rip at the knee. His shoes are scuffed, and the cuffs and collar of his white shirt are stained with dried blood.
A mournful little sigh, as he lets his hand drop back into his lap. ]
Guess I won't be trottin' this suit out again any time soon.
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(He doesn't realize it, but he tips his head toward Brennan slightly when he sits down beside him. Just the barest little shift closer. ]
Yeah. That was the real injustice of this fucking mess.
[ The seam of one of the shoulders of his jacket is torn apart; the tie is a wrinkled mess. He plucks absently at the crease of his trouser leg with a bandaged hand, where there's a rip at the knee. His shoes are scuffed, and the cuffs and collar of his white shirt are stained with dried blood.
A mournful little sigh, as he lets his hand drop back into his lap. ]
Guess I won't be trottin' this suit out again any time soon.