action;

[Costigan listens intently, his frown deepening with each revelation and detail. He turns only to snuff out his cigarette in the ashtray before returning his attention to her. His hands lift to her cheeks, thumbs brushing away her tears. He hasn't been shot before. He can imagine what it feels like, given some of the pain he has experienced. Knowing you're going to die though, that's a different beast entirely.]

Hey, hey. [He offers quietly, trying to help settle her down. Costigan considers kissing her hair until she mentions Marius doing nearly the same. Then he reconsiders, his hands not leaving her face as he looks at her, wanting to call her back to the present with him.]

That's fucked. [He says finally.] You deserve better than that, whether you believe it or not.