Shannon glanced over his shoulder at Varick and he nodded his head as he rinsed his thumb off in the sink. He let his attention return to the task at hand, and he watched as a stream of pinkish red swirled around in the white porcelain.
"Two in the morning? I guess that explains the sewing accident, I should be asleep," he said after he turned off the water and reached for some toilet paper to hold against his thumb. He turned to face Varick with a tired smile. "I tried to sew my thumb to a vest."
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