[ He hesitates for another moment, then nods and ducks into the bathroom. It doesn't take long, in the end. He takes his eye out, flushes it, splashes some water on his face. Gives himself a long look in the mirror. Not for the first time, he wonders what he's doing. Where it's all headed. There's a part of him that wants it to remain strictly practical, a choice made to endure. That, he could take. That, he thinks, would be simple.
But it's not. Drake isn't.
Breathe.
Sharkface exhales and heads back out. He wavers for a moment and then lies back down next to Drake, gingerly. ]
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But it's not. Drake isn't.
Breathe.
Sharkface exhales and heads back out. He wavers for a moment and then lies back down next to Drake, gingerly. ]
I don't usually sleep in beds.