“it payed off for me, and isn’t that what matters,  really? and i was already damned, baby. been  dead before, and hell really ain’t what it’s cracked  up to be! the devil’s a bit of an atún, and the catering  is pretty delicious.”

“chill the fuck out, i was just asking.” he sounds nonchalant, but if you knew him, you’d recognize the twitching fingers, the concerned spark behind the lifeless filter in his eyes. there’s a part of him that aches to communicate that he   cares, he really cares, he really does.