Christian slouched slightly, a blank watch on the man, that is, until he went on to explain himself. Arching a brow at the mention of being drunk. “Whoi’ the Hell were ya’ drunk?” He hissed, balling his hands into fists.Whether his question was answered or not, he didn’t care to continue that topic much, anyway. “Yea’, knowin’ that sick bastard, that makes fuckin’ sense, sounds like somethin’ he would do.” Watching as Gentle made his way back down on the couch, curving his lower lip out a bit, his under bite becoming more prominent as he did so. “That’s bloody ridiculous,” he hushed, listening as the Spy finished. A shake of his head was made.
Stepping over to the couch, taking a seat beside his partner, he let out a long exhausted sigh. What should he have expected, really? Getting out of a relationship with a psychopath, becoming a Brutal, then hoping for a perfectly normal relationship? That’d just be fictitious. At the left of the Spy, he reached his gloved hand out, resting it on the other’s nearest thigh. Stroking his thigh a bit, mostly just to comfort him. “Nah, Oi’ ain’t disappointed.. Jus’ upset mate. Oi’ don’t wanna lose ya’. An’ hush, babe. It don’t matter if ya’ an amazin’ Spoi’, or the worst. Oi’ love ya’ either way, babe.” Inching forward, he lowered his posture so he could see Gentle’s face. “Ya’ do keep me safe, luv. If it weren’t for ya’, Oi’d prolly be dead by now. Ya’ help me arrange when ta’ kill, who ta’ kill, and ya’ always got yer eye on me, interjectin’ in me foights if Oi’ get too weak. Oi’ appreciate ya’ help, it’s aight’ if ya’ screw up sometoimes. It’s not completely yer fault. Sure, ya’ prolly’ shouldn’t of been drunk, but Pierrot didn’t have to go out of his way to try ‘n’ kill ya’. Is okay. Really.” He gave a smile, scooting closer to the Spy.
"Ya’ want me to go kick his ass? Or maybe put him through some mental torment?" Christian asked, removing the hand from Gentle’s thigh, only to wrap it around him, and jerk him close to his chest. Nuzzling his face away into the shorter’s hair, taking in his nice scent. "Hm… Oi’ won’t do it if ya’ don’t want me to, but if ya’ give me the green loight. Oi’ hope ya’ know, there ain’t gonna be no take backs," the Brutal hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of Gentle’s head. "Maybe kidnap that prissy Scout Oi’ve seen him talkin’ to. Think he may loike her. Maybe Oi’ should gut her, ‘n’ show him. yea’?" He snickered, sitting up from the Spy in a pleased breath, the earlier anger had vanished. His arm still wrapped around him, to hold him near his torso. " ‘Less ya’ jus’ wanna leave the problem be. Which Oi’m okay with too, woteva makes ya’ comfortable, Gent’." He nodded in agreement with himself, patting his chest with his free hand, removing his sunglasses from his shirt so they would jab Gentle. Rolling them up his forehead, to rest on top of his head.
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