I can make the choice to be a part of it, but I can't make that choice for Sam, for my kid. --- OH GOD. OH, NO. OH, FOGGY!
"Maybe you didn't put on a red suit and play vigilante like your partner," said the detective, "but you aided and abetted, Mr. Nelson." --- Oh noooooooo D:
Foggy's lawyer put her arm on his shoulder gently as he started to sob and nodded slowly. What choice did he have? --- NO I REFUSE TO BELIEVE FOGGY WOULD TESTIFY AGAINST HIM NO NO NO ;_;
" And you are going to have to live with that for the rest of your life. Without me. Because I'm done." --- JESUS CHRIST YOU WERE NOT KIDDING ABOUT MAKING US SOB
I can make a phone call and within an hour every news outlet in the country will be retracting this story or ignoring it in a way that will make you piss your pants in terror at exactly how effective and efficient government can be when it actually wants to get something done. --- Oh, Fury, you scary motherhugger.
Fury handed him a phone. A burner. "Call him," he said. "Say goodbye. Tell him not to come looking for you." --- OH, FUCK. DAMMIT, NICK. AGHHHHH
without thinking he heaved the person up by their neck, choking the life out of them and listening to them gurgle. "M...att... ple....please," he heard the voice say and the tone reverberated in his subconscious, finally truly snapping him out of his rage. --- OH GOD WHAT NO NO
the intense nightmares he'd woken from had him finding it difficult to separate the new reality he was in from them --- OH THANK GOD, THEY WERE NIGHTMARES. SOBBING WITH RELIEF.
"If I go to jail, at least I'll have you to protect me while I'm doing my time. I could be your bitch," he joked. --- Oh my god. I want this now. I want this damn badly.
"I love you," Foggy said. "And you mean everything to me, you idiot. I'm not going anywhere. Now go back to sleep and let the drugs do their job so that Claire doesn't yell at me when you pop your stitches again." --- *cries softly* Foggy, Foggy, bless you, darling, sweetie, pumpkin...
Re: FILL: Ends of the Line (6/6)
--- OH GOD. OH, NO. OH, FOGGY!
"Maybe you didn't put on a red suit and play vigilante like your partner," said the detective, "but you aided and abetted, Mr. Nelson."
--- Oh noooooooo D:
Foggy's lawyer put her arm on his shoulder gently as he started to sob and nodded slowly. What choice did he have?
--- NO I REFUSE TO BELIEVE FOGGY WOULD TESTIFY AGAINST HIM NO NO NO ;_;
" And you are going to have to live with that for the rest of your life. Without me. Because I'm done."
--- JESUS CHRIST YOU WERE NOT KIDDING ABOUT MAKING US SOB
I can make a phone call and within an hour every news outlet in the country will be retracting this story or ignoring it in a way that will make you piss your pants in terror at exactly how effective and efficient government can be when it actually wants to get something done.
--- Oh, Fury, you scary motherhugger.
Fury handed him a phone. A burner. "Call him," he said. "Say goodbye. Tell him not to come looking for you."
--- OH, FUCK. DAMMIT, NICK. AGHHHHH
without thinking he heaved the person up by their neck, choking the life out of them and listening to them gurgle. "M...att... ple....please," he heard the voice say and the tone reverberated in his subconscious, finally truly snapping him out of his rage.
--- OH GOD WHAT NO NO
the intense nightmares he'd woken from had him finding it difficult to separate the new reality he was in from them
--- OH THANK GOD, THEY WERE NIGHTMARES. SOBBING WITH RELIEF.
"If I go to jail, at least I'll have you to protect me while I'm doing my time. I could be your bitch," he joked.
--- Oh my god. I want this now. I want this damn badly.
"I love you," Foggy said. "And you mean everything to me, you idiot. I'm not going anywhere. Now go back to sleep and let the drugs do their job so that Claire doesn't yell at me when you pop your stitches again."
--- *cries softly* Foggy, Foggy, bless you, darling, sweetie, pumpkin...