By the time I'd run out of tears and finished running my mouth full of saliva and inaudible words, I was flat on my back, stretched across a few barstools we'd dragged together.
My head was pillowed against Gimsen's lap, his rough hand idly patting at my hair while the other reached across the sticky wood to mop up the mess I'd left behind with a rug. It was weirdly tender for a dwarf of his stature, this gruff man wiping away my snot like a father figure I never had, who'd seen it all.
I sniffled, half a hiccup.
"So… You're suggesting… what, gather evidence? Buy hidden cameras, set them up, and- gulp. Set them up and get the law involved?"
"There yee go, lass," Gimsen said, satisfied, his voice a warm rumble above me. "Ya figured it out by yourself."
I closed my eyes, trying to imagine it, the evidence, the confrontation, the cops, arrest, then the headlines. It made my stomach twist in a kind of reassuring way.
Gimsen sighed, thumb brushing hair away from my eyes.
