@traptested cont.
it stings, but he won’t admit it. he’s just worried about the other, that’s all. ❝ right, my bad. ❞ it’s not genuine though and he doesn’t do much of a job even trying to hide that fact. just because he may not be the one killing them directly, it doesn’t make it any less than a kill. he’s the reason people are dying --- not that he cares about that, but he’s not about to pretend that it’s something other than murder.
he follows the other further into the apartment, a frown evident over his face. ❝ i’m just trying to help, asshole. ❞ it’s not every day that he gets this attached to someone. for david to be involved with something so dark and dangerous, it just makes the anxiety rise. even if it’s been going fine so far, he can’t help but think his luck is going to run out sooner or later. it’s not something he wants to witness or hear about.
❝ i’m not trying to involve myself with your work, i don’t give a shit about your work, i’m trying to involve myself with you. ❞ the confession sends a wave of anxiety rushing through him. he’s not hiding it now, how much he cares for the smaller male. he just wants the best for him.
❝ i get you want them to live, to pass the test and move onto a better life or whatever. ❞ he still doesn’t get how that’s supposed to work, after all, his own brush with death only made his life worse --- but that’s not the point. ❝ but everyone else isn’t gonna see that you’re trying to do something good. the cops are determined to catch you and it’s only a matter of time before some victim fights back and you get your scrawny ass kicked. ❞ a pause, ❝ i just wanna make sure you’re gonna be okay. i don’t give a shit about anything else. ❞