He does. God, he does. As steady as anything. He can feel Jack's heartbeat and he knows he could make it stop if he wanted to and he doesn't, god, there's no one more important to keep alive, but he could.
If it were someone else, he thinks, maybe he would.
The thought ought to disturb him. Maybe, if this were anywhere else, it still would. But it's not. It's Jack's home, it's their bed, and here, in this place of utter safety, there is nothing about him that is fucked up and wrong. And everything about him is right.
The killer in me is the killer in you, Billy Croagunk croons on the sound system and he thinks, dizzily, that it's almost a pity the security guard was still breathing when he was done with him.
going to just. handwave that the tracklist for the pumpkaboos album allows for this
If it were someone else, he thinks, maybe he would.
The thought ought to disturb him. Maybe, if this were anywhere else, it still would. But it's not. It's Jack's home, it's their bed, and here, in this place of utter safety, there is nothing about him that is fucked up and wrong. And everything about him is right.
The killer in me is the killer in you, Billy Croagunk croons on the sound system and he thinks, dizzily, that it's almost a pity the security guard was still breathing when he was done with him.