[At least she's in good company, because Saul has also just realized that things are now (probably) exponentially worse than they were ten minutes ago. But she thinks it's bad; he doesn't think anything. Good, bad — who cares? What does it matter?
Maybe his judgment is a little clouded.
He bumps noses with her, frowns a little.]
What — this? [He traces one of her scars with a fingertip, gaze flicking up to meet hers. Is that what this — Oh.
no subject
Maybe his judgment is a little clouded.
He bumps noses with her, frowns a little.]
What — this? [He traces one of her scars with a fingertip, gaze flicking up to meet hers. Is that what this — Oh.
She noticed, huh?]