Every single holiday, a head in a box

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The joke is it is in fact a head in the box. Thread headers inside. Any issues or questions, please don't hesitate to send me a PM/contact me on plurk/comment on the plotting post!

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[reticence]

Faolan jumps slightly himself at the sound of his office once again answering to the gravity it should have, but he stays right where he is, close but not too close to the other man's side.

"No," he says, "this is useful though. Short of involving a medical examiner, there is no way to know for certain that the decapitation is what caused the death. But... From what you're saying, it would seem that would be the case. And from the look of it, it was hardly a clean blow at that." He isn't sure whether Lancelot got close enough to observe that much himself, but Faolan certainly did, both when Eames was waving the thing around and again when he'd taken it back to his office later.

"Are you alright?" he feels compelled to ask, because the last time the other man had done that, he'd needed to excuse himself. He's somewhere on the edge of readying himself for something worse or standing down, figuring that Lancelot's getting more used to the ability.