Webster isn't sure he believes him, but he doesn't exactly have much choice. His eyes trace over Liebgott's face, searching for evidence of the lie, but nothing's there. Maybe he'd imagined it? Maybe Liebgott really is fine. He seems to have everything together here. He's got Lip and Luz, this Helen woman.
"I don't suppose any of my clothes are still here," he wonders, wandering to the drawers, not sure he wants to open them.
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:53 pm (UTC)"I don't suppose any of my clothes are still here," he wonders, wandering to the drawers, not sure he wants to open them.