[The predicament Wolfwood finds himself in with Livio is a unique one. Though he doesn’t fully understand how, he knows that- in some way- Livio is different from the Livio he knew before. At first he’d attributed it to the drugs, but…after seeing and being around him for a bit longer, it’s starting to become apparent that may not be the case. It’s something he could ask someone who has been here longer about, if he ever gets close enough to someone else to broach such a sensitive topic. For now, everything related to himself and home remains locked up tight for just a select few.
Well. No. It’s just…Livio, isn’t it? It’s just Livio now.
Livio is, once more, his only connection. And maybe that’s how it should be, in the end.
He’s quiet for…a while. Unnaturally silent and still, even when the shaking starts to subside. Livio can’t see it given the way he’s holding him, but Wolfwood looks grave. Murderous. But more than anything, deeply hurt, and…sad. His forehead drops against Livio’s shoulder, and under his breath he mutters.]
F’I ever see his face again- I’ll kill ‘im. Fucking kill ‘im.
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Well. No. It’s just…Livio, isn’t it? It’s just Livio now.
Livio is, once more, his only connection. And maybe that’s how it should be, in the end.
He’s quiet for…a while. Unnaturally silent and still, even when the shaking starts to subside. Livio can’t see it given the way he’s holding him, but Wolfwood looks grave. Murderous. But more than anything, deeply hurt, and…sad. His forehead drops against Livio’s shoulder, and under his breath he mutters.]
F’I ever see his face again- I’ll kill ‘im. Fucking kill ‘im.