Grant turns his face toward her, and although it hurts like hell, he manages a smile, holding out his left hand to her. His right arm is immobilized, and she can probably tell there's something wrong with it. "I..." he begins, opening his mouth as if to speak further, settling back against the pillow.
"I tried to find you...I didn't...Nightstar, I'm sorry. I couldn't find you, and Superman, he..." Clearly, he's not in the best of sorts, rambling, somewhat incoherent. He must have gotten hit harder than he realized. Damage looks up at her, tears welling in his eyes, his chin trembling as he tries to maintain his composure.
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Date: 2006-11-15 03:35 am (UTC)"I tried to find you...I didn't...Nightstar, I'm sorry. I couldn't find you, and Superman, he..." Clearly, he's not in the best of sorts, rambling, somewhat incoherent. He must have gotten hit harder than he realized. Damage looks up at her, tears welling in his eyes, his chin trembling as he tries to maintain his composure.