Heya! Darkstache for "You make me happy" or "I'll keep you safe." :D
Wilford was silent on the ride home from the county jail, his pastel colors muted in the odd lights of the dashboard. He leaned against the window, his breath fogging up the glass.
Dark, for his part, didn't push. Wasn't sure how to push, what switches to flip on this particular version of Wilford. He drove in quiet, punctuated only by the occasional blinker or turn.
"Did I . . . kill somebody?" Finally, the words came.
Dark refrained from informing him he wouldn't be in county jail for something like that, but it helped if one could pull strings with reality. He tightened his already white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, and suppressed the urge to swerve off the interstate. "Of course not."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wilford sit up straight and look at him. "Why do you do that?"
Play dumb. Don't make eye contact. Dark said, perfectly evenly, "Do what?"
"Lie to me."
Dark looked at him. Met his gaze, and couldn't exactly discern what he saw there. "To keep you safe, of course." He looked back out at the road, mostly empty, this time of night. "I'll always keep you safe, Will."













