'You scared the shit out of me and I'm still processing everything,' is all Daniel can offer Louis. He hopes it sounds sincere, because it is.
He doesn't want to talk about it. Doesn't know what he'll say. History informs him that he will fuck up talking about it badly and cause an argument. Not a fun one that he and Louis can spar over, but the kind that explain why he's never had a real relationship or even long-term friendship work out.
(Bonding topics, twice divorced, yeah yeah, sure, but none of Daniel's exes are here, or down the street, yearning.)
"Did it hurt? How long do you think it lasted?"
Don't look at him like that, Blondie, YOU'RE the one that wanted the sleepover.
"Could be anesthesia, muscle blocker type surgical drug, or a compound made from something like snake venom. Either way I don't know what the fuck a single syringe was supposed to do. Good thing she wasn't smarter."
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He doesn't want to talk about it. Doesn't know what he'll say. History informs him that he will fuck up talking about it badly and cause an argument. Not a fun one that he and Louis can spar over, but the kind that explain why he's never had a real relationship or even long-term friendship work out.
(Bonding topics, twice divorced, yeah yeah, sure, but none of Daniel's exes are here, or down the street, yearning.)
"Did it hurt? How long do you think it lasted?"
Don't look at him like that, Blondie, YOU'RE the one that wanted the sleepover.
"Could be anesthesia, muscle blocker type surgical drug, or a compound made from something like snake venom. Either way I don't know what the fuck a single syringe was supposed to do. Good thing she wasn't smarter."