[One step closer and he wants to back away but the door behind him hits him like a cage. His throat goes tight, his hands twist further into the fabric, yet still he steels himself. Stands a bit straighter when he answers, though his voice is still as weak as before.]
The station. I—I rented a room there. It's small. Nothing impressive. I needed... I needed to get away.
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Date: 2015-05-05 07:05 pm (UTC)The station. I—I rented a room there. It's small. Nothing impressive. I needed... I needed to get away.
[A beat.] ... I'm sorry.