"Hesse wears a size eleven. Like me." The words are crisp, nearly expressionless details.
Ones he can't even begin to explain how important to the past few years they've been. It fills files.
"The prints I found were smaller." He knows. Just looking at them, and measuring it right up against his own foot. But he knows. He knows when he's looking at Hesse. He knows when it's the wrong thing, the tingle at the base of head, even if he can't pull the needle out of this haystack yet for right. To catch him. And the deck is catching him up with costs, tensing the muscles in his neck down his shoulders and back.
Details. It's so much easier to spit out the details, and not let the rest sink its claws in. "And Hesse gets his footwear custom-made."
Details. Details. The few he can share. Never forgets. "Direct-injected polyurethane mid-sole with a nitrile rubber outsole."
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Date: 2014-09-10 03:06 am (UTC)Ones he can't even begin to explain how important to the past few years they've been. It fills files.
"The prints I found were smaller." He knows. Just looking at them, and measuring it right up against his own foot. But he knows. He knows when he's looking at Hesse. He knows when it's the wrong thing, the tingle at the base of head, even if he can't pull the needle out of this haystack yet for right. To catch him. And the deck is catching him up with costs, tensing the muscles in his neck down his shoulders and back.
Details. It's so much easier to spit out the details, and not let the rest sink its claws in. "And Hesse gets his footwear custom-made."
Details. Details. The few he can share. Never forgets. "Direct-injected polyurethane mid-sole with a nitrile rubber outsole."