He was a little off. He plastered papers all over the walls, scribbled on them, with his tongue caught between his teeth or his mouth always partway open. And she watched him spill his genius from the doorway.
Elijah: Please Naddie talk to me Elijah: are you alive Naidia: debatable Elijah: .... that should upset me more but all im thinking is at least you're talking to me again Naidia: Debatable. Elijah: ... dammit