Snake looks at me. I look at him. I hesitate. "N" has seen all he needs to. He slides one foot beneath and shoves him off gently. "Seeing you haven't killed me yet, let's go inside for a word," he mumbles as he stuffs his hands in his pockets, withdraws a peppermint, and pops it in his mouth. He walks slouched over, hands deep in his pockets. He has strange eyes, but something tells me to trust him.
