[ he came up on deck just to catch the end of the debacle. coming closer, gale sheds his jacket and holds it up, giving stiles some degree of privacy so he can dress. gale keeps his eyes firmly on the railing.
— doesn't stop him from attempting to ruin any sort of goodwill the act might have merited him. ]
action. sorry, stiles.
— doesn't stop him from attempting to ruin any sort of goodwill the act might have merited him. ]
Pity. We could have had a fresh meal.
[ this is a joke. but who would know really. ]