Apr 1, 2020
@variablesea (isaak)
he’s still not that much of a bar kind of person, outside of the blind dates deb still insists on trying to send him on, but—years on and it still surprises him how much more at ease he feels here than he ever did at regular bars, forced by expectation to play along with angel and masuka’s womanizing.
everyone is welcome here, sirko says, too meaningfully, and dexter sips from whatever drink he’d ordered him, barely tasting it. just that and he feels seen. it’s exciting. it stings. he hears harry and miguel in the back of his mind in equal measure.
“—i’m not sure if i should find this considerate or insulting.”
