[He glares at her. She knows the reason he's so wound up, or she should: he's worried about her. He's terrified one of these nights he's gonna look away for two seconds and find her body, and she'll be number forty-three-- god, no, more than that. Forty-seven, if you include his brother and mother. His girlfriend. Maysilee. Just another person he'd let down and couldn't keep alive.
She doesn't get it. Or maybe she doesn't want to, and who could blame her? But shit like this gets his nerves humming, because it's shit like this that so quickly leads to corpses.
He exhales heavily, but finally lays back down. Shifts to make room for her, so she can rest against him again.]
What the hell are you gonna do to fight me, Katy-Kat, punch me in the arm?
[It's not quite what it should be, but it's an attempt, at least, quiet and rumbling.]
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Date: 2019-11-05 03:36 am (UTC)She doesn't get it. Or maybe she doesn't want to, and who could blame her? But shit like this gets his nerves humming, because it's shit like this that so quickly leads to corpses.
He exhales heavily, but finally lays back down. Shifts to make room for her, so she can rest against him again.]
What the hell are you gonna do to fight me, Katy-Kat, punch me in the arm?
[It's not quite what it should be, but it's an attempt, at least, quiet and rumbling.]