"Surviving," was the answer he settled on after swallowing a sip, placing the glass back on the bar top.
It was hard to look at her for more than a second. Too many problems and questions they hadn't hashed out. All the shit with Liv-slash-Vera, which was even more shit by now. The accusations against Buckley. Not to mention the ghost of Julia Remington, still sleeping on Palmer's couch. Shawn hadn't been to see her in a few nights, so he almost asked... but he didn't even know if Palmer had been spending more than a minute at home. Wouldn't blame her if she hadn't.
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Date: 2016-02-25 03:22 pm (UTC)It was hard to look at her for more than a second. Too many problems and questions they hadn't hashed out. All the shit with Liv-slash-Vera, which was even more shit by now. The accusations against Buckley. Not to mention the ghost of Julia Remington, still sleeping on Palmer's couch. Shawn hadn't been to see her in a few nights, so he almost asked... but he didn't even know if Palmer had been spending more than a minute at home. Wouldn't blame her if she hadn't.
So instead, he asked: "How 'bout you?"