KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Neron made a good point, one that hadn't really been raised before. Stability... Whether it had been stated aloud or not, that was probably the reason behind Weaver's new choice of occupation, something both of them had been sorely lacking for most of their childhood. In his case, it had been found only to abruptly be taken away again. It could even be argued that it was not so much the change he disliked, but the instability that came with it.
Peering out from under the rag, Korbin assessed the man all over again. He couldn't quite shake the feeling of unreality that gripped him whenever he spoke to Neron. Like it was some surreal event not quite of this world. How was he doing so far? Above and beyond all Korbin's expectations, truth be told. Maybe that's what felt so strange... He actually rather liked the guy. Horrible decisions and destructive fallouts notwithstanding. "I suppose I don't feel like punching you in the face yet... some might call that progress," he offered with a half smile. "And I'll try to keep the drink to a minimum... Just... don't feel like stopping just yet."
Setting the rag aside to dry, Korbin looked from the bed to Neron and back again. Much as he appreciated the offer, it felt beyond weird to sleep in someone else's room, not to mention bed. Especially if the owner was still there. His misgivings reflected quite clearly in the pause before he replied.
"Thanks, but... it's your room. Don't want to intrude." Not more than he already had. Not that it wasn't tempting; the peace and quiet already let him relax far more than his usual corner.
Peering out from under the rag, Korbin assessed the man all over again. He couldn't quite shake the feeling of unreality that gripped him whenever he spoke to Neron. Like it was some surreal event not quite of this world. How was he doing so far? Above and beyond all Korbin's expectations, truth be told. Maybe that's what felt so strange... He actually rather liked the guy. Horrible decisions and destructive fallouts notwithstanding. "I suppose I don't feel like punching you in the face yet... some might call that progress," he offered with a half smile. "And I'll try to keep the drink to a minimum... Just... don't feel like stopping just yet."
Setting the rag aside to dry, Korbin looked from the bed to Neron and back again. Much as he appreciated the offer, it felt beyond weird to sleep in someone else's room, not to mention bed. Especially if the owner was still there. His misgivings reflected quite clearly in the pause before he replied.
"Thanks, but... it's your room. Don't want to intrude." Not more than he already had. Not that it wasn't tempting; the peace and quiet already let him relax far more than his usual corner.
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
