screwloose

Birkin immediately collapsed on the couch and took a gulp of rum. If he remembered any of this in the morning, it certainly wasn't from lack of trying. "You said you've killed serial killers though. Or do you just do that the old fashioned way?" He sat in silence for a few minutes, toying with the notion of asking Stein how long he was unconscious or if he really would have cut him open if not for that promise, but he firmly decided he didn't want to know. "Before I leave, I should probably shower or something. If I go back looking like this, someone's bound to notice. You don't mind, do you?"