"No, I din't fuckin accuse him," Edgar snaps, stung. "And for sure not in front of her, I --"
His jaw works for a moment, and he picks up his half-forgotten mug and takes a deep swallow, visibly trying to calm himself.
"I thought it," he says, lower. "When I first saw him. But I didn't say it, because I thought I might be wrong. And then he said it to my face and I might have believed him straight up, right there, except then he laughed about it. Not about the killing somebody, about me believing it. So no, I did not actually accuse him of murder."
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Date: 2021-09-01 01:55 am (UTC)His jaw works for a moment, and he picks up his half-forgotten mug and takes a deep swallow, visibly trying to calm himself.
"I thought it," he says, lower. "When I first saw him. But I didn't say it, because I thought I might be wrong. And then he said it to my face and I might have believed him straight up, right there, except then he laughed about it. Not about the killing somebody, about me believing it. So no, I did not actually accuse him of murder."
His shoulders hunch. "For all the good that did."