*Cooper rests his head on the back of the couch, arms wrapped tightly around his ribs. Ever breath feels like horrible fire in his ribcage*
*Well I’ll be damned. You actually are alive.
*He hazily opens his eyes and tilts his head forward. A familiar blond man stood in front of him*
*This is, what, the third time you’ve escaped death?
“Something like that…why are you here?”
*Come on. I heard my best bud Coop is still kicking and you expect me not to come find you?
“Y- you came to find me…? I tried to kill you.”
*Yeah well, I put a gun to your head once so like, it evens out I think.
*Cooper narrows his eyes, searching the mans face*
“Ok….but seriously, why are you here? Why would you bother looking for me after everything? Don’t you have people you love and shit?”
*Wow, so hostile, Coop. If you want me to leave so bad, I’ll just leave.
*Booker stands and starts to walk out*
“Booker, please, I’m- I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! I’m sorry I stabbed you, I’m sorry for Rita, I’m sorry for tricking you and manipulating you and everything, I-“
*Stop lying to yourself, Damian. You’re not sorry at all.
*You just want to make yourself feel better. That guilt? It’s guilt that you put yourself in this situation.
*Evan turns around. He has no face. Then he vanishes.*
*Cooper quietly laughs to himself.*
“Right….right…..Booker would never look for me. Dammit….”