sheridan could impart any false information to him and he wouldn’t have even noticed. he was too busy with wolfing down the plate in front of him, not remembering when he last had a quality meal. even when he wasn’t being held as a hostage, his eating habits were scarce and unhealthy. he ritualistically ordered takeout to the point many restaurants recognized him by name. when his checkings account couldn’t finance another meal, he relied on free fare from the bar or acquaintances. at this rate, he’s going to induce a stomachache. but he doesnt’ CARE, inhaling the crepes before him with a strong vigor. he only partially receives what sheridan has been saying. even if he had mentioned some act of violence, his inattentiveness wouldn’t have caught it. besides, wooyoung knew the danger associated with their arrangement. he just didn’t pay much recognition to it, resolving to make the most of his life while he could. anything remotely bad went dismissed out the door, even if that meant neglecting his own potential death, ❝ fine, but you’re going to have to take it on walks. i don’t think you’d want me out in the forest alone, ❞ it’s entirely against common sense to instruct his captor on how better to keep him reined in. then again, wooyoung hasn’t always been the most thoughtful to his speech, ❝ and you might train it to bite my face off. make it a small dog so at least i stand a fighting chance, ❞ he swipes his crepe-crusted lips with his bare hand. the motion had been to clean his face but instead he’s only smeared more of the sauce across his lips, ❝ i really don’t think they’re going to come for me. maybe the police will find me if they realize i’m missing, ❞ shoulders shrug nonchalantly before dousing his dry mouth with some of his beverage.
❝ and what good would it be to leave you at home all alone ? i don’t know what kind of life you thought we’d be having, but i’m not gonna chain you to the couch every time i leave. when and if we get to the forest, i wanna relax. ❞ and it’s true. sheridan couldn’t even count on one hand how many times he’d fantasized about escaping from his line of work. the ripe age of twenty-four is usually when people start planning out the rest of their lives, but not him. he’s always lacked the security of a set future. can he be blamed for wanting something as simple as that ? he thinks not. because even if wooyoung is the victim in this situation, in some ways, sheridan's alongside him. voicing his thoughts on leaving his job equates to certain death. too many times he’s heard that you either live long enough to get to the top of the criminal ladder or die trying to get there. ❝ i wouldn’t have it rip your face off. your face is half your charm. and i’m not cruel. ❞ he’ll point his fork in the other’s direction, silverware waving carelessly. ❝ and there’ll be no fighting chances ‘cause you won’t need them. my dog is somewhat your dog. this is a part of my relaxation plan. i won’t have that if i gotta stop fido from chewing on your leg every five minutes. ❞ maybe he’s being too kind given their positions, but sheridan doesn’t necessarily see a reason to be mean. especially while talking about a hypothetical. the inner daydreamer he does his best to stomp down is coming out full-force ( and besides, it’s fun for him to imagine such an unsophisticated life. ) ❝ you seem indifferent about never being looked for. aren’t you worried ? scared ? you know having late night breakfast with your kidnapper isn’t typical behavior, right ? am i already giving you stockholm syndrome ? ❞ excuse his bombardment of questions, he’s still doing his best to figure wooyoung out.
