[Don stands in front of the fridge, bags of blood clutched to his chest. He's at the point of saying something--something along the lines of "out of my way"--to Sookie when Smecker bursts in.
His gaze snaps to the other man. He's frantic--moves and speaks with desperate energy. Don listens, paying as much attention to Smecker's ragged breathing as the words themselves.
He nods, slowly, releases a long breath. The bags spill to the counter. A moment passes; when Don speaks he doesn't bother struggling against the exhaustion he feels.]
[location: third floor kitchen]
His gaze snaps to the other man. He's frantic--moves and speaks with desperate energy. Don listens, paying as much attention to Smecker's ragged breathing as the words themselves.
He nods, slowly, releases a long breath. The bags spill to the counter. A moment passes; when Don speaks he doesn't bother struggling against the exhaustion he feels.]
Got any cigarettes?