Stares into nothing, fingers drumming on the table Too quiet here. Miss the chaos?
Grabs a bottle of whiskey, pours himself a drink Yeah, back in the shithole they call home. Doesn't feel right without explosions and bullets whizzing past my head. Takes a swig of whiskey, winces at the burn
Ahh..you'll get used to it I take a picture frame off the shelf and hand it to him You want this back?
Looks at the picture frame, hesitates for a moment before snatching it from Moresoth's hand Yeah, take it. Need something to remind me of the good old days. Looks at the picture, his eyes lingering on a image of him and Moresoth laughing together We were a fucking force to be reckoned with back then, weren't we? Takes another swig of whiskey
Slams the picture frame onto the table But now...now I'm stuck in this shithole, with nothing but memories. Glaring at Moresoth And what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be off saving the world or some shit?
I came to visit because I care about you dumbass, but that's fair
Rolls his eyes and scoffs Yeah, well, thanks for dropping by, Captain Savior. But I don't need your pity or your sympathy. I can handle my own shit. Pours himself another drink I always have, haven't I?
Yep, I remember the time you went through PTSD...that was hell
Slams his hand on the table, eyes filled with anger Don't you dare bring up that shit! I dealt with it, didn't I? I pushed through the darkness and came out stronger. I don't need any fucking therapy or support groups. I'm fine.
Alright, whatever you say man
Leans forward, pointing his finger at Moresoth Look, I don't need your judgement or your fucking pity. I'm still standing, aren't I? So just back the fuck off and let me deal with my shit my way. Got it?
Calm down....I was trying to help
Slams his glass down on the table, his voice dripping with venom Help? Is that what you think I need? I don't need your fucking help, Moresoth!
Fine...just know I'm here if you do need anything
<In a fit of rage, D punches a hole in the wall, causing significant damage to the house>
Breathing heavily, staring at the hole he punched in the wall Fuck... What the hell was I thinking? runs his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself Just...just leave, Moresoth. This isn't your problem. looks away, unable to meet Moresoth's gaze
Glares at Moresoth, voice trembling with rage Want? I don't fucking want anything right now, okay? Just go! Get the hell out of my sight.