Mac is moving before she's even truly finished speaking. His jacket is on before he's even clocked that he's on his feet; his keys are in his hand before he's noticed that he's almost to the door.
"Stay there. Stay-- right there, mo chuisle."
Now is the time for a taxi, if ever there were one. He wouldn't trust himself behind the wheel of a car just now.
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Date: 2017-03-24 02:00 pm (UTC)"Stay there. Stay-- right there, mo chuisle."
Now is the time for a taxi, if ever there were one. He wouldn't trust himself behind the wheel of a car just now.
"I'll be-- ten minutes. Keep breathing."