You function like a regular ol' psychopath with no feelings. Duh.
"Okay. Uhm, no crackers in the bed. We have to spoon or cuddle after sex," he offers poorly. What is he supposed to say? He's let another man break his arm as the guy came all over him.
"I can live with those." Which... Honestly, good enough and he likes the demand to cuddle. Probably. It says things about Midnighter, anyway, even if he thinks he's being silly
[ Well that makes one of them because when John answers the door, it's with slow movements and a bit of a struggle. The sight Scott gets is one John Allerdyce wearing sunglasses and a sheet draped around him, even over his head as a means to keep himself covered. Looking like a pale motherfucker who just crawled out of his own grave. ]
[ Slowly, he turns, steps just as slow as he makes his way into the lavish house that belongs to his dominant... who is not here and not replying to his messages. So it's just John.
Heading for the long couch in the living room, he slowly drops himself down onto it and lays there with the sheet wrapped around him and sunglasses still on, the lights within the house all off, curtains drawn. Not even the fire is crackling. It all just hurts to look at. ]
[ He's been here once before, but follows John to the house and sits on the floor near the couch, up by John's head. He's navigating fine in sunglasses, anyway and hey, they match.]
I don't have time for other jobs, but they have to sell a basic alarm system somewhere in this city. Even a loud noise and low quality camera would help.
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