#daedhard

            a new survivor being thrown in to the fog and dwight’s instincts kick in to help them as much as possible . he’s had plenty of time at this point to learn the trials and watch how others use their abilities to guide in some form . it also meant he’s had a lot of time to get used to trying to be the open one to someone coming in and scared or upset -- but sometimes they didn’t have time to do that , and he just needed to guide them heavily in hoping they get out alive their first couple of trials . but he’s with enthusiastic energy towards the guy -- learning to be more open and not as closed off . the rambling that comes from dwight being cut off a bit as he feels hands come along his hips and his cheeks have red raise up over his pale complexion . large calloused hands were something he could recognise in touch easily , even though he feels the slight embarrassment at how easy it was for him to get flustered around david . was dwight being too forward with the new guy with the new found boldness he had at times ? plenty of survivors around , and the possessive touches hadn’t really ever been used before . ‘ right -- ‘ his thoughts back on the new survivor and david now . ‘ david , this is killian . killian , david , ‘ he hums a bit as he’s naturally leaning back a bit into the man’s arms . ‘ we can go over some things tomorrow that might help you in trials . it was a good first trial . ‘ but his lips curve to a gentle smile before he’s turning in the grip , curious lift of his brow at him . ‘ someone’s touchy today , in front of new company even . ‘ brown eyes though settle on him , own arms going up and around his neck . ‘ any particular reason why ? ‘

“You’re..? ええと... Kingu- King-? David... King?” 

He sighed, looking back up at the ceiling. “It’s hard to stop.”

             okay , breathe . david wasn’t the most romantic type of person and often failed with words . putting his foot in his mouth was heavily a thing .. no reason to get irritated at the name calling -- right ? he’d been rambling a bit and apologised for being weird about how he was explaining it . feelings , emotions -- they were all uncharted territory for the younger survivor . and dwight took quite a bit of time to even feel comfortable with david like he is now , but things felt in place ... but apparently he was a dumbass . and there’s frown that crosses him before his mouth opens , licking lips now . ‘ i’m not a dumbass . i’m a lot of things , but that’s not one of them . i’ve been scared most of my life , faced a lot of shit , people are trash which builds up even more -- but i’ve never been a dumbass . some of us caused trouble , some of us tried to stay out of it as much as possible . i always worry i’m saying something wrong , or what’s going to be the straw to break the camel’s back , especially when it comes to you . there’s a lot of reasons people always called me weird in school and even in adult life before here . it’s ingrained in my head to assume if someone pauses or hesitates to answer , i’m weird . ‘

          a burden ; something he was always told he was when it came to anything outside of the trials and before he was in the fog in general . though , plenty of them had cursed at him for how he was in trials as well . he was more along the edges and getting generators done than bold and in the open , taking on the killer toe to toe . while he had perks to himself that helped him help others , it seemed his ‘ leadership ‘ wasn’t all that great to everyone in the fog . and opening up a bit as he babbles off in a slight rant , very different from the closed off dwight who didn’t want to upset anyone , he begins to mention how he felt like he was aburden , couldn’t do anything right , everyone was always upset with him -- but david speaks up . there’s a pushed smile forward and shaking his head just slightly . ‘ as much as i appreciate someone trying to say i’m not -- i’ve been conditioned at this point to believe it anyways . all i do is mess things up , or still get in the way even when i’m trying to help . and some people lose their temper on me , which isn’t very fun . ‘

"T-Thanks," he says, managing as bright a smile as he can muster up. "That was good thinking."

                    viveka turns and watches the man for a moment , dark brows knitting together just a little bit now . then again , she really couldn’t blame him at all , she was a bit closed off for most things besides common decency and being nice . meeting him in a place that her brothers also did some fighting at probably meant he wasn’t the best guy to be around , but was that going to stop her at any point ? seemingly not . her lips are pressed together in a bit of a thin line before giving a small hum noise as if in thought . ‘ what’s there to figure out about me ? ‘ the russian accent a bit heavy in her little innocent act briefly . but her lips quirk as her gaze softens now , moving from her standing spot to finish filling her water bottle up . ‘ honestly , though ... there isn’t too much to know .. unless you’re talking about why i come around you , still . and that , sweetheart , i think , is something you can put together with that tiny , concussed brain of yours . ‘

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