Damen himself took a step back when the door opened to reveal a tall, well-kept man with greying hair and a bag upon his shoulder. The man on the phone.
He shot Laurent a quick, guilty glare at the assessment, mouth open to argue though he soon gave that up in favor of shaking his head. The bruises would ache for some time, he knew, but they would fade. And the marks across his neck and face were nothing compared to those that had left behind the deep scars upon his back. The ones Laurent himself had put there.
'The couch,' Damen said, using the common word for it as he nodded towards it. He was not sure why that mattered, but it was clear this John had a deep understanding of the ways of this world. 'I don't believe anything else.'
Dutch's bloodied body was still in a heap upon the floor and Damen let himself look at it only briefly. Later, he would need to seek out the real Dutch, just to assure himself she remained living.
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He shot Laurent a quick, guilty glare at the assessment, mouth open to argue though he soon gave that up in favor of shaking his head. The bruises would ache for some time, he knew, but they would fade. And the marks across his neck and face were nothing compared to those that had left behind the deep scars upon his back. The ones Laurent himself had put there.
'The couch,' Damen said, using the common word for it as he nodded towards it. He was not sure why that mattered, but it was clear this John had a deep understanding of the ways of this world. 'I don't believe anything else.'
Dutch's bloodied body was still in a heap upon the floor and Damen let himself look at it only briefly. Later, he would need to seek out the real Dutch, just to assure himself she remained living.