#craypie

But now...well, now his gaze darted from the pan to the door, to every corner of the room, and he remained constantly aware of where Moonpie was, unwilling to lose track of him. This heightened state of paranoia and wariness wasn’t a new one for him - Bystander had ensured that - but it wasn’t often that he felt this way in fear for someone else’s well being. 

((ANONYMOUSLY PUT A NAME IN MY INBOX AND MY MUSE WILL DRUNKENLY TALK ABOUT THEM!))

That name brought a smile to his face - one of his rare, genuine ones, the affection he felt clear. “Moonpie...damn, I love him so much. It’s terrifyin’.” A short, breathless laugh left him. “See, I ain’t an idiot. I know how this ends. Might not know the specifics, but I...I know enough.

“...I wish I didn’t know.” He idly played with a piece of glass, thumb scraping against the sharp edge. “Wish I could just...be happy with him. ‘cause he ain’t convinced he should tell me ta leave, and I- I ain’t a good enough guy ta leave without him tellin’ me to. Too damn selfish. 

((Ask my muse the most insane “Would you rather?” questions you can come up with. Get creative.))

“I...I don’t...I...” He takes a deep breath, gritting his teeth and looking down. “I’d never see him again. I...I want him ta be safe, ta be happy...I’d leave him alone, but Bystander would still go after him...make me kill him...