Re: Rez/Fisher
Worry was right! This wasn't how shit was supposed to be with Rez. The guy looked so sincere, like he was wearing his heart on his sleeve, Fisher was petrified he was stomping all over someone else's heart and he didn't even know it. Thank God Rez was just fucking with him. Relief washed over him, though he frowned like hell as Rez laughed at him. "You fucking cock," he mumbled, annoyed.
Fisher recognized that look on Rez's face, even though it only lasted for the briefest of seconds. Every man who missed his mother, the good parts of her, knew that face. There were very few moments in his childhood when Fisher remembered ever really loving his mom, and those were the moments his heart and brain clung to sometimes, despite how much his common sense argued what a cold blooded cunt she was.
Trying to lighten the mood a little, Fisher offered a slight smile and poked Rez's arm. "So... moaning 'Jonathan' while I'm fucking you... turn off? Or turn on, you freaky bastard..."