@evisceratedplayboy said: "So... you're him?"
“Guess I am.” his arms settle across his chest, and that’s the only action he takes consciously. the rigidity of his posture, the flat line of his mouth, the gentle curve of his eyebrow, that’s all natural. dirk doesn’t attempt to command a space so much as he becomes the sturdiest thing in the room and waits for everything else to catch on. he tilts his head slowly, and it becomes evident that there is an examination taking place. “James, I assume.” it isn’t a question. dirk’s already well aware.
this boy pulled dean from the jaws of death. quite possibly in more ways than one, if dirk was the type to be overdramatic -- he isn’t sure, but he’s made a few educated guesses. he thinks perhaps it’s in a strider’s nature to be suckered by men like this. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” he can feel the hardass older brother routine cracking around the edges. now that the stakes aren’t so high, he gets the feeling he can do something he so rarely gets to indulge in; he gets to act his age. agonisingly slowly, the corner of his mouth picks up into a grin. “You’ve made quite the impression on the li’l man.”
