Serial killers wouldn't be Blake's first choice for an investigative path, but he understands the general allure. He'd read a few books about the more popular cases in his spare time and could only imagine one of those killers seeing right through him as opposed to the other way around.
"Yeah, well, let's hope we don't need the other info any time soon," he says morosely. Every bit of movement is bringing him back to life, but it's also forcing the shock to recede and more and more of the pain to filter through.
He finds an outcropping and sits, groaning unhappily as he tries to assess a little better. "How long— since you dropped in?" Blake asks.
He's watching Jayden here and there, but mostly checking his wounds from the beating he took in the streets now that he's perceived this as somewhat safe. Wiping away blood from his chin and mouth just spreads red streaks along his angry skin, not doing much good cleaning him up. By contrast, he's ghostly pale and clean under the shirt, which he lifts with a wince revealing the dark bruises and angry red swelling that's formed over his ribs.
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"Yeah, well, let's hope we don't need the other info any time soon," he says morosely. Every bit of movement is bringing him back to life, but it's also forcing the shock to recede and more and more of the pain to filter through.
He finds an outcropping and sits, groaning unhappily as he tries to assess a little better. "How long— since you dropped in?" Blake asks.
He's watching Jayden here and there, but mostly checking his wounds from the beating he took in the streets now that he's perceived this as somewhat safe. Wiping away blood from his chin and mouth just spreads red streaks along his angry skin, not doing much good cleaning him up. By contrast, he's ghostly pale and clean under the shirt, which he lifts with a wince revealing the dark bruises and angry red swelling that's formed over his ribs.