Grayson has been up for almost an hour now trying to make sense of his reality, or else yet another dream; whichever the case, he's found it highly preferable thus far compared to the last thing his mind had cooked up for him. Or didn't. Actually with the blood all over his shirt, he's almost 100% certain that what happened to him did actually happen... he's just not sure how or why he's alive again, much less why he's here, of all places.
God, for one moment, he's startled and grateful for the crash of something familiar. That belligerent, stupid Northern prick, or else he's really going mad, reaching.
He's quiet as he turns and doubles back down the hall. It's worth the look, he supposes, before he tries to go outside.
Lo and behold.
"How original, threatening the problem until it's gone away. What if there's no teeth to knock?"
It's a lame opening, but Grayson's honestly at a bit of a loss. He's actually somewhat happy to see the great big bastard, even if he looks nothing short of unimpressed, thin arms arms perched on slender hips, one of them making a fist around the handle of a first aid kit.
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God, for one moment, he's startled and grateful for the crash of something familiar. That belligerent, stupid Northern prick, or else he's really going mad, reaching.
He's quiet as he turns and doubles back down the hall. It's worth the look, he supposes, before he tries to go outside.
Lo and behold.
"How original, threatening the problem until it's gone away. What if there's no teeth to knock?"
It's a lame opening, but Grayson's honestly at a bit of a loss. He's actually somewhat happy to see the great big bastard, even if he looks nothing short of unimpressed, thin arms arms perched on slender hips, one of them making a fist around the handle of a first aid kit.