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OOM: 3x07 (iii)
Jun. 18th, 2012 08:52 pm( OOM: 3x07 (iii) )
He knows where, and he knows what’s supposed to happen next.
‘Bottle of red, Luigi. An’ two glasses.’
OOM: 3x07 (i)
Jun. 15th, 2012 12:41 pm
( OOM: 3x07 (i) )
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This is probably the time he should be out among the troops, rallying spirits. He can’t bring himself to bother. There aren’t any major on-going cases. He’s free to stand in his office with his back to whatever they’re talking about out there, and stare out of the window.
He’s too tired for any of this. When he hears her come into the office – no one else would enter without knocking – he doesn’t look around.
‘Bugger off, I’m grieving.’
OOM: 3x02,ii. Luigi's.
Aug. 7th, 2011 11:08 pmIt's been a trying few days, no doubt about it. And he's pretty damn sure they haven't seen the end of it. But it doesn't matter tonight. Tonight is about celebrating a job well done, and the person who did it. Whatever else is going on, this evening belongs to Shaz.
He marches into Luigi's with force. Everyone's happy, the music's loud, the drink is flowing. He has a knot in his stomach, but he ignores it. She did what she had to do, now he's doing what he has to do.
He marches into Luigi's with force. Everyone's happy, the music's loud, the drink is flowing. He has a knot in his stomach, but he ignores it. She did what she had to do, now he's doing what he has to do.
OOM: 2x07, ii. It's all shit, isn't it?
Aug. 24th, 2010 10:51 pm'Stay.'
'What're we doing?'
'Waiting.'
'What for?'
He has to speak words he never thought he'd have to, in this office.
'A traitor.'
He'd find the silence oppressive if he were thinking of anything but the person about to walk through that door. And the thought of this makes him feel sick but there's no hiding away from it. It has to be faced, so face it they will.
