When I said Church might show up here, this...this really wasn't the one I was thinking.
[His hand moves up to the back of his neck, massaging at the base of where the dead, unused wiring still spiders out into his brain. An instinct that's as familiar as it is old. Thought he grew out of it.]
[No matter where he goes, there's always a headache in the shape of Church burning up in his skull.]
no subject
[His hand moves up to the back of his neck, massaging at the base of where the dead, unused wiring still spiders out into his brain. An instinct that's as familiar as it is old. Thought he grew out of it.]
[No matter where he goes, there's always a headache in the shape of Church burning up in his skull.]
I'm sorry.