"Is she alright?" Thomas asked as Stephen came back and put the coffee and whiskey mix in front of him.
"Yeah, I think so." He answered as he sat back down, though Thomas knew something was up with it, because it was rare to hear Stephen's voice that low and uncertain… not just that, but there was a hint of anger in it.
"I hope…" Thomas sipped some of the coffee. "You didn't use force." He held eye contact with him as he sipped more.
Well, it was known from Stephen's earlier days that he used his hands to knock some sense into his agents who were on the brink of mental collapse and well, it worked… and sometimes it just pushed the agent more into the collapse and then to… death.
"I just gave her some pills." Stephen answered, though his voice was still strange. "But I know she's going to throw it into the trash or something." He sighed. "Those are expensive, I don't even know why I even gave them to her."
