Paranoia { Kealen
Paranoia was Dexter’s worst enemy, but it was an enemy he was well acquainted with. Some days he could defeat it quicker than others, but it was an ever present force in his mind’s eye. Toxic, and vicious, the Voices accompanied it, feeding from it’s virulence, but today -- today, he’d somehow managed to combat it and fight it off.
The interaction with the stranger earlier had set him off; his paranoia skyrocketed, Voices screaming at him for selling out his brother, possibly killing him. He’d run off quickly to escape the man. Part of the way home, he was convinced that he was following him, but by the time he’d gotten back to their condo’s building in Manhattan, Dexter had managed to calm himself down, enough to even pull back the hood from his head, which was something he only did when he felt safe.
Safe as he started to feel, Dexter still wasn’t able to quell the Voices as the yelled at him, trying to convince him that he’d screwed Timothy. “Shut the fuck up. I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Dexter spat at them, certain that he was alone in the hallway to his and his brother’s condo. He tried to not talk back to them when other people, or Timothy, were around.