[Fuck. Everything. For a split fraction of a second, he has a ridiculous urge to bolt across a city he doesn't know, anything to lose Dirk. Then the impulse passes and he just feels really fucking silly.
He forces himself to slow and glance behind him. He doesn't stop completely, just pockets his hands and shrugs. There's a bag slung over his shoulder and he flips a wing to adjust the strap.]
No fire, dude.
[He bites back a question and he's almost surprised to realize he's intentionally trying to kill the conversation.]
no subject
He forces himself to slow and glance behind him. He doesn't stop completely, just pockets his hands and shrugs. There's a bag slung over his shoulder and he flips a wing to adjust the strap.]
No fire, dude.
[He bites back a question and he's almost surprised to realize he's intentionally trying to kill the conversation.]