[ She hopes she's right about him. That he'll expect the worst from her, a favour she can return unbidden. Right now, she has to take him at his word, and all the words that came before. Incredibly tall-sounding tales that overburdened her prior to arrival, so she can't yet fully buy into the damage he's currently presenting, but it's been added to the cart. Most of it's not going to sink in tonight, which is fine. It's not like it will be any relief once it does.
This is not about lightening her load. It's about shifting weight. If she doesn't take on any more, maybe she can keep from breaking under what she has. ]
Well nobody's shot me in the throat but that's just down to crap aim.
( Daniel is the sort of liar that scares people, the one that has been lying so long and so often that you hardly notice the difference between that and the truth. that said, what would be the point in lying about what a terrible person he was? especially with such strange specifics, self hatred mixed with satanism and sacrificial lambs that were definitely human. he might regret exactly how fast and loose he'd been with his nefarious past come morning (mid afternoon might be more accurate), though as it stands now it's a little easier to breathe around someone that knows the worst and is making the objectively bad decision to be around him anyway.
he grimaces slightly at throat wound mention, feeling the lack of a drink in his hand and staring at hers quint distinctly as he drums impatient fingers on the bar for lack of something to fill them with. )
So not for lack of trying. ( he wonders what she got up to, in a life that wasn't here, that involved gunfire. it explains why she doesn't like guns, if they've been pointed in her direction. Daniel considers asking but isn't sure he has the mental bandwidth to really know right now, so he doesn't. ) I don't think great aim was involved in mine, either, or maybe that's just wishful thinking.
( Charity had looked surprised, in that split second he can remember seeing her face before everything gets hazy and blood-tinged. it makes it slightly less depressing to imagine his wife shot him on accident. )
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This is not about lightening her load. It's about shifting weight. If she doesn't take on any more, maybe she can keep from breaking under what she has. ]
Well nobody's shot me in the throat but that's just down to crap aim.
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he grimaces slightly at throat wound mention, feeling the lack of a drink in his hand and staring at hers quint distinctly as he drums impatient fingers on the bar for lack of something to fill them with. )
So not for lack of trying. ( he wonders what she got up to, in a life that wasn't here, that involved gunfire. it explains why she doesn't like guns, if they've been pointed in her direction. Daniel considers asking but isn't sure he has the mental bandwidth to really know right now, so he doesn't. ) I don't think great aim was involved in mine, either, or maybe that's just wishful thinking.
( Charity had looked surprised, in that split second he can remember seeing her face before everything gets hazy and blood-tinged. it makes it slightly less depressing to imagine his wife shot him on accident. )