[ Jim rests one hand on the nape of Zell's neck, running his fingers through the hair there. He doesn't want Zell to move, or go anywhere; maybe they can ride out whatever it is in this hallway together.
(They can't. Jim wishes he were a little better at lying to himself.) ]
No. Nothing's touched me. Ran into a few people here and there, but we keep getting separated.
[ Jim bites his lip around the question he wants to ask - did Zell run into anyone? Had he killed anyone? Surely there would've been more blood if that were the case... ]
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(They can't. Jim wishes he were a little better at lying to himself.) ]
No. Nothing's touched me. Ran into a few people here and there, but we keep getting separated.
[ Jim bites his lip around the question he wants to ask - did Zell run into anyone? Had he killed anyone? Surely there would've been more blood if that were the case... ]