"I wanna see how shit it is, don't keep the misery to yourself." Harry hauled himself up as much as he could, learning forward a little when the coughing started so he didn't choke. The bloody mucus was choking the hell out of him and his chest was on fire. Well, whatever, death wasn't pretty. "They keep saying the world is ending with all the shit happening. I fucking hope so."
With a tired smirk, he held his hand out for the paper.
"Still gonna cure AIDS? You're cute." He didn't think Hartley had much of a chance but he admired the fact that he still cared, that he still had the energy to try. "Did Aziraphale have to raise it, I mean, he could just write a check. That guy has more money than anyone I know." And he knew a lot of rich people.
no subject
With a tired smirk, he held his hand out for the paper.
"Still gonna cure AIDS? You're cute." He didn't think Hartley had much of a chance but he admired the fact that he still cared, that he still had the energy to try. "Did Aziraphale have to raise it, I mean, he could just write a check. That guy has more money than anyone I know." And he knew a lot of rich people.