Ryder rubbed the back of his neck. For once in his life, he was boggled--he'd made seen a lot of people cry, but he just couldn't picture Susan doing it.
"Crying," he said. "Shit. Well, it's a damn good indicator, at least. So...what do I do if she cries? Find you?" Disturbing as the thought of a crying Susan was, the idea of trying to deal with it was infinitely more horrifying.
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Date: 2007-09-28 02:38 am (UTC)madeseen a lot of people cry, but he just couldn't picture Susan doing it."Crying," he said. "Shit. Well, it's a damn good indicator, at least. So...what do I do if she cries? Find you?" Disturbing as the thought of a crying Susan was, the idea of trying to deal with it was infinitely more horrifying.