Schuldig exhaled the last of the smoke and chucked the butt down into the alley before climbing back inside the window and getting dressed. There were a lot of things that could go wrong in having a more than professional relationship with Brad. But there was also a lot that could also go very right. He shook his head as he tugged his shirt down. Who knew how it would end up, well, beside Brad. Fucking precogs knowing everything.
But then her remembered that first vision.
“He knows.”
“… no… tell him I said the words… I love him. I always have.”
Despite the horrific situation and gory details, he found himself smiling slightly at those words. If he had anything to say about it, Brad would survive that night, and Schuldig could hear the words for himself. In person.
Who knew how far out that vision might be, though. If Weiss was involved and actively helping them survive... chances were it was a while away. Plenty of time to make sure it wouldn't happen.
With a smirk on his lips, he made his way down to the kitchen for breakfast, one hand stroking his stubbly chin. He would have to remember to shave later. Right now, food was more important.
"Nagi. Making the injured man cook? You heartless little shit." His smirk never wavered. "Brad, you must be so proud."
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Date: 2009-08-07 06:10 am (UTC)But then her remembered that first vision.
“He knows.”
“… no… tell him I said the words… I love him. I always have.”
Despite the horrific situation and gory details, he found himself smiling slightly at those words. If he had anything to say about it, Brad would survive that night, and Schuldig could hear the words for himself. In person.
Who knew how far out that vision might be, though. If Weiss was involved and actively helping them survive... chances were it was a while away. Plenty of time to make sure it wouldn't happen.
With a smirk on his lips, he made his way down to the kitchen for breakfast, one hand stroking his stubbly chin. He would have to remember to shave later. Right now, food was more important.
"Nagi. Making the injured man cook? You heartless little shit." His smirk never wavered. "Brad, you must be so proud."