"He said that, too," John mused once she'd echoed it; he didn't exactly look concerned, but something a bit more solemn did settle over his features. "Rough couple of months. Makes it sound like code for something." He didn't press further, though, finally settling back down on the couch as it became apparent that this was going to be a Conversation. She could sure fucking talk, enough for the both of them and a whole crowd besides.
Boy-toy. That was enough to make him wince again, letting out a noise of complaint, but it wasn't enough to cut her off so he endured through the rest. When she was finally sat down and focused on him, he arched his eyebrows, pointedly letting the silence extend out between them for a few seconds.
"Oh, you're done? Okay, lemme remember all the other shit you asked me in the same breath." If she'd been under the impression that he was going to get any more likable, hopefully she was dropping that fantasy quickly. "First off, he said he'd freak out if I touched him at all, so the whole boy-toy thing is extra weird coming from you. Not that I wanted to - I was trying to figure out if he was that kinda sick fuck, 'cause usually that's the kinda price you end up paying when someone's too generous."
His shoulders inched up defensively when it came time to answer more personal questions; Elliot had earned his trust by not giving a fuck about literally anything, but Darlene wasn't like that. She wouldn't get his story so easily. "I move all over the city. You have to. Places like this, you just disappear or people shove you outta the way, no one calls the cops. And apparently weirdos with hot, home invading sisters ask if you need something to eat and then end up letting you crash at their apartment, so why would I go anywhere else?"
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Boy-toy. That was enough to make him wince again, letting out a noise of complaint, but it wasn't enough to cut her off so he endured through the rest. When she was finally sat down and focused on him, he arched his eyebrows, pointedly letting the silence extend out between them for a few seconds.
"Oh, you're done? Okay, lemme remember all the other shit you asked me in the same breath." If she'd been under the impression that he was going to get any more likable, hopefully she was dropping that fantasy quickly. "First off, he said he'd freak out if I touched him at all, so the whole boy-toy thing is extra weird coming from you. Not that I wanted to - I was trying to figure out if he was that kinda sick fuck, 'cause usually that's the kinda price you end up paying when someone's too generous."
His shoulders inched up defensively when it came time to answer more personal questions; Elliot had earned his trust by not giving a fuck about literally anything, but Darlene wasn't like that. She wouldn't get his story so easily. "I move all over the city. You have to. Places like this, you just disappear or people shove you outta the way, no one calls the cops. And apparently weirdos with hot, home invading sisters ask if you need something to eat and then end up letting you crash at their apartment, so why would I go anywhere else?"