"...my place." Sal answers slowly, swallowing thickly. "Not...not where I was running from. That's Addison Apartments. The house I stay in is a bit closer to the rest of town."
He rattles off the address, taking a deep breath as he leans forward to hold his head in his hands. Each second, the reality of his situation weighs more and more heavily down on him. He feels like he's going to throw up--not that there'd be anything in his stomach to heave.
"It should be empty, right now, but the cops will definitely come to look for me at some point tonight."
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Date: 2023-08-17 06:05 pm (UTC)He rattles off the address, taking a deep breath as he leans forward to hold his head in his hands. Each second, the reality of his situation weighs more and more heavily down on him. He feels like he's going to throw up--not that there'd be anything in his stomach to heave.
"It should be empty, right now, but the cops will definitely come to look for me at some point tonight."