Oh, now he's just even more pissed. It isn't even that Dave bested him in this small way, with the jump. He's not sure what it is, but for a second he practically sees white. He doesn't say anything for a long moment. Nothing at all. Just fucking looks at him.
"The fuck's the difference? Callin' me a liar or sayin' you don't believe me? Why you need a blood oath all of a sudden?" He always came back, eventually.
Until he didn't.
Shit.
Dave's not asking for the world on a fucking platter, but he's too goddamn stubborn to admit it. Being forced to make a promise is like pulling teeth without numbing your mouth beforehand. He... takes a breath, and it sounds strange, because he's thinking about how he died again, and it's a lot. It's a bad breath.
His shoulders slump, but only for a second.
"You're stuck with me," he finally says, low and even again. "You get me? Ain't nothin' in this place, even you acting a goddamn fool, that'll change it."
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"The fuck's the difference? Callin' me a liar or sayin' you don't believe me? Why you need a blood oath all of a sudden?" He always came back, eventually.
Until he didn't.
Shit.
Dave's not asking for the world on a fucking platter, but he's too goddamn stubborn to admit it. Being forced to make a promise is like pulling teeth without numbing your mouth beforehand. He... takes a breath, and it sounds strange, because he's thinking about how he died again, and it's a lot. It's a bad breath.
His shoulders slump, but only for a second.
"You're stuck with me," he finally says, low and even again. "You get me? Ain't nothin' in this place, even you acting a goddamn fool, that'll change it."