[He knows she's on her way down the stairs as soon as she starts down them. The sound of her high heels clicking against the floor is unmistakable. He winces, knowing he'd been an asshole not to send her a text, or stop by and see her before coming down to guard Dean.
He's pretty sure she'll understand his urgency to get here, though. He blinks at the sight of all the things she's carrying, and he smiles a little when Prada runs over to him. He scoops the pup into his arms and looks up at Lydia, holding his breath.]
Hey. Sorry. [His voice is quiet, and she's probably aware she's one of the few who actually gets to hear an apology pass his lips. Apologizing isn't something he's ever been particularly good at or fond of, and he usually just doesn't. Lydia's an exception to nearly all of the rules.]
Incident down here. [He nods toward the cell that's chopped to pieces -- the bars sawed off and awaiting repair.] Dean and Anya. [He sighs softly and lays his head back against the wall.]
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He's pretty sure she'll understand his urgency to get here, though. He blinks at the sight of all the things she's carrying, and he smiles a little when Prada runs over to him. He scoops the pup into his arms and looks up at Lydia, holding his breath.]
Hey. Sorry. [His voice is quiet, and she's probably aware she's one of the few who actually gets to hear an apology pass his lips. Apologizing isn't something he's ever been particularly good at or fond of, and he usually just doesn't. Lydia's an exception to nearly all of the rules.]
Incident down here. [He nods toward the cell that's chopped to pieces -- the bars sawed off and awaiting repair.] Dean and Anya. [He sighs softly and lays his head back against the wall.]