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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

He did know what that look meant, and he felt like a scolded child all of the sudden, lowering that red gaze away from the brown one boring holes into his head. He hated it when the Doctor looked at him like that, he always felt like a child. Probably because he was acting like a child.. but still. He wet his lips and set his food aside, too, but then was looking up again. "Ra'ter have you, Docteur. You don' even gotta sleep on the same couch as me, you can sleep on 'de lil' one. Or I will, if you ra'ter have 'de be'. Or we can swi'ch." He shifted on the counter some. "Ain' no one here safe, no' in groups, an' no' 'lone. I ain' gonna be no safer, nor feel no safer wit' anyone else. 'Cep' you. Maybe I won' be safer, bu' I'll feel safer." And with that, he was sliding off of the counter and grabbing his water to crack open the bottle and take a drink, then look up again at the other man.

"Bu' if you ain' comin' home," Home, Doctor, "'Den I fin' someone. If I can. Bu' only if 'dey 'lone, too. Ain' gon' take someone from uh large group an' drag 'dem ou' here, 'way from 'de town an' the ot'ers." Since you couldn't get much further away from everyone else, unless you were in that house. Remy sure had picked a hell of a spot to call home. It was one of the most vulnerable places here. No one would hear him if he yelled for help, certainly not the Doctor, completely across the town.