Day Two, post-trial;

[chiseler]

[The trial had been a shitshow. That was fact. His nose continued to throb even after he applied the cold compress to it. That was also fact. But curfew was coming soon and he didn't have an appetite for dinner so he departed from his previous location and made his way back to his room.

Perhaps he should be embarrassed that when he enters the apartment shirtless with a bloody and wet shirt balled up and pressed to his nose Elizabeth is already there. Perhaps he should have some decency. But instead all he does is linger in the doorway as he studies her carefully. He takes a breath before shutting the door behind him, leaning against it.]

Well...guess that's one less person to fight with over the bed. [Even if it's a joke, it's obvious he's uncomfortable by the events of the evening. But he needs to gauge her reactions first.]

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[chiseler]

…thanks. [It's a hesitant answer because he's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Still, he's more curious about Elizabeth's reactions and that's it, that's the smirk he wanted to see. It's enough to confirm his suspicions that Elizabeth is someone to monitor. That's good to know.]

It's only been a couple of days, but if you think people can't hack it. [A shrug.] You think more people will kill if they think it'll get them out of here faster?