[ The device is yoinked from Cohle's hands once again as Lalo reads over it, and snorts derisively.
At first.
He keeps reading. Thunder crashes in the background, but Lalo seems oblivious. His eyes dilate just slightly.
Cohle knows, right? He's gotta know. Lalo feels the deep sting of embarrassment at that realization. Suddenly conscious of just how close his and Cohle's bodies are pressed — out of sheer necessity, for warmth — Lalo reads Martin's missive with rapt attention.
He hadn't paid much attention the first time, when Martin was talking about Jon, but now, pink in the cheeks, he reads. A gust of wind howls behind him somewhere, but as his eyes dart sideways to look at his hostage, there's a slightly dreamy look before he turns back to the device, typing quickly. ]
Let you know if I see 'em. How'd you two meet, again? Did you tell me that before? Don't remember. No way to take notes on this thing.
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At first.
He keeps reading. Thunder crashes in the background, but Lalo seems oblivious. His eyes dilate just slightly.
Cohle knows, right? He's gotta know. Lalo feels the deep sting of embarrassment at that realization. Suddenly conscious of just how close his and Cohle's bodies are pressed — out of sheer necessity, for warmth — Lalo reads Martin's missive with rapt attention.
He hadn't paid much attention the first time, when Martin was talking about Jon, but now, pink in the cheeks, he reads. A gust of wind howls behind him somewhere, but as his eyes dart sideways to look at his hostage, there's a slightly dreamy look before he turns back to the device, typing quickly. ]
Let you know if I see 'em. How'd you two meet, again? Did you tell me that before? Don't remember. No way to take notes on this thing.