"I'll text you," Edward promised, getting up while Delite was back to muttering to himself, this time clearly apologising over and over. Maybe begging. Maybe ordering a beer? Damn, his Korean was rusty. He took the can from the counter and grabbed Jonathan by the arm, waving at Jack. "See you around!"
That was said cheerfully, right before he walked out of the shop, Jonathan in tow. "He's gonna start fucking him in a minute," Edward told Jonathan, assuming that might make him feel a bit less put out over being walked outside. Well, it stood to reason. They were never that far from fucking and he knew Jack too well to assume he'd not jump at this particular chance. "He's an actual psycho. Always was a bit off, then some blows to the head and the like took care of the rest."
"Even psychopaths react to fear, they just don't realise it. It's reduced and muted but it's there. He didn't react at all. That's not a psycho, that's something wrong in the brain." Which was fascinating because it wasn't like traditional brain damage - maybe a tumour or something. Or maybe it was just the Gotham water after prolonged exposure. Either way, Jack was interesting. "I would assume someone like that had to have head trauma as a child or some form of aggressive brain cancer but I wouldn't know. Apparently he never had brain surgery so..."
If he did, he'd have scars or have mentioned it but no, nothing. "The mouth is weird... what happened?" Was he prone to self harm or was it a violent fight. "I would advise you reduce contact with that guy, he's nuts."
"No idea. He's told me at least ten different stories about it by now. Only thing I'm reasonably certain of is that he evened it out himself. Like, whatever happened, it happened on one side. Then he made sure it stayed symmetrical." Gruesome either way, no matter how the initial cut had been made. "It's pointless, you can't reduce contact with Jack. He's all over the place, in his own ways. And he can smell fear, so..."
Any time he had tried avoiding Jack, it had backfired. These days, he didn't mind their friendship. It seemed to work well enough for them. "You could try asking Delite some time, when Jack's not around. They grew up together, so he'd know. He's annoying, but all right to talk to sometimes. When Jack is not around. Otherwise, it's like being on a minefield. Especially for you, with your dominant energy."
Seemed like a fair warning. "Don't let that little twink get to you. Even if he knows how to be scared well."
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That was said cheerfully, right before he walked out of the shop, Jonathan in tow. "He's gonna start fucking him in a minute," Edward told Jonathan, assuming that might make him feel a bit less put out over being walked outside. Well, it stood to reason. They were never that far from fucking and he knew Jack too well to assume he'd not jump at this particular chance. "He's an actual psycho. Always was a bit off, then some blows to the head and the like took care of the rest."
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If he did, he'd have scars or have mentioned it but no, nothing. "The mouth is weird... what happened?" Was he prone to self harm or was it a violent fight. "I would advise you reduce contact with that guy, he's nuts."
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Any time he had tried avoiding Jack, it had backfired. These days, he didn't mind their friendship. It seemed to work well enough for them. "You could try asking Delite some time, when Jack's not around. They grew up together, so he'd know. He's annoying, but all right to talk to sometimes. When Jack is not around. Otherwise, it's like being on a minefield. Especially for you, with your dominant energy."
Seemed like a fair warning. "Don't let that little twink get to you. Even if he knows how to be scared well."