For the briefest of instants, he's tempted to lie to her. It doesn't take him long to remember how much he, personally, hates being lied to or how thin the words would be, once she got a good look at herself and her surroundings.
"Unconscious," he corrects, making a small, sour face. "You kind of ... yeah."
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Date: 2012-06-30 05:22 pm (UTC)From:"Unconscious," he corrects, making a small, sour face. "You kind of ... yeah."