#ooc // angela bitter naaaah

[jisatsu-tai]

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder (Jack to Angela) - @facetedspades

It was familiar in all the was she had remembered. An attempt at comfort that didn't quite feel right but was genuine. He was trying. She wondered if he blamed himself, for what had happened to them. Or maybe he didn't care at all. She turned the icy gaze to the hand on her shoulder, and inhaled sharply.

"Are you going to scold me?"

She mused, gently pressing the cigarette to her lips. "It's hypocritical for a doctor to smoke, is it not?" she muttered against the warmth of the end, pressing it to her lips for another drag. The plumes fluttered forward and into the chilled air.