Percy follows Madison into the briefing room, shivering one last time as he walks into the warmer area. He sits at the farthest end of the table - probably not too far from Madison, really. He seems insistent on making himself as unnoticeable as possible.. which, ironically, is putting him in the spotlight. 

He puts his hands together and breathes into them in an attempt to warm them up further. 

[i][color=lightgray]I shouldn't have done this, I'm fucking up big time. Why the fuck did I decide this would be a good idea? Oh yeah, let's just basically put a gun to my head and hope there's not a round in the chamber! God dammit I'm an idiot. I'm a fucking idiot. Ana's going to be without a mother OR a father because I'm such a damned moron..![/color][/i]

He doesn't look up from his hands - which are now in his lap - for a while. He's too absorbed into his own thoughts.


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Percy wash your mouth out you have a severe case of sailor-mouth.
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