Don't talk shit, Grif tells himself. Don't do the stupid thing. It's really hard not to, because talking shit is how Grif prefers to manage stress.
He's under a bit of that right now, while he frantically tries to figure out how he gave himself away. He knows he's not a master of stealth, but this was going so well!
Not well. Rich is a squid person. But other than that!
Grif's thoughts keep rattling like shot in a pail as he takes off for the airlock. If he can get through there, then mayb-
no subject
He's under a bit of that right now, while he frantically tries to figure out how he gave himself away. He knows he's not a master of stealth, but this was going so well!
Not well. Rich is a squid person. But other than that!
Grif's thoughts keep rattling like shot in a pail as he takes off for the airlock. If he can get through there, then mayb-
No.
Ah.
Fuck.