continued from here / @ofstage
one eyebrow lifts at santiago’s response. “a gradient?” he parrots, as though the word in itself has confused him, “are you wholly incapable of giving straight answers, man?” another thing tom likely shouldn’t be wondering out loud, but that happen to slip past his lips more often than not. somehow restraint fails him whenever the blond man starts talking. it turning into quite the character flaw. tom turns towards him as much as their walking allows, “here i was trying to have a real conversation with you.”
he doesn’t want people to start paying attention to them. it’ll make their hunt so much more complicated if they cause a scene in the middle of the street. he bites back some of his anger and opts to merely roll his eyes at santiago, swallowing the bile in the back of his throat. “if that is some vague jab at me, i think it’s probably better for you that i don’t get it.” it would be a threat, but tom damn well knows he doesn’t have the upper hand. he’ll wipe away that grin and it’ll be replaced by something worse.
“call it whatever you want. your insanity looks entirely different from mine, but is insanity nevertheless.”