[ "Adrian" held his hand to his mouth, biting off the almost involuntary urge to murmur "Jesus Christ" at the show. Honestly, he thought there might be something going on here, but he'd hardly voice his concern. Maybe, if he'd been someone else... well, that had been fucking years ago, hadn't it?
Too long, he was almost starting to forget who he was, that he responded to a different name, and he'd had different goals then. Well, no. That was hardly true. He had the same goals, but he wasn't about to go about them in the same way.
He knew how well that worked out last time. ]
He's a hell of a character, isn't he? [ He asked. He shouldn't, he know. He should leave, but Nelson didn't seem in good straits, and if anything, he felt responsible for the guy. He didn't know how he would end up, if he left. They didn't need any more tragedies in the community, even if the word wouldn't get out.
He didn't hold on for even a moment that if you died, you'd come back.
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Too long, he was almost starting to forget who he was, that he responded to a different name, and he'd had different goals then. Well, no. That was hardly true. He had the same goals, but he wasn't about to go about them in the same way.
He knew how well that worked out last time. ]
He's a hell of a character, isn't he? [ He asked. He shouldn't, he know. He should leave, but Nelson didn't seem in good straits, and if anything, he felt responsible for the guy. He didn't know how he would end up, if he left. They didn't need any more tragedies in the community, even if the word wouldn't get out.
He didn't hold on for even a moment that if you died, you'd come back.
Hell, he didn't even know if he'd go home.
He had to hold out for that. ]
You sure you don't want a drink, by the way?