[Dave breathes out. A sleeping kid he can handle. But if Dirk were dead, like he is, after every scrap of a chance he tried to claw out of the Empress's world for him?
No.
The reassurance that he's alive loosens Dave's nerve-taut muscles enough for him to slip casually off the edge of the P--kids, don't try this at home, all stunts have been performed by professional dead guys--and he lands easy, hands in his pockets, just out of arm's reach. The closest he's ever been.]
Well, welcome to the city of angels. Looks like I'm your tour guide for the evening.
[The look he ends up turning to Dirk with is less certain than he would like. He doesn't know how this kid feels about--well, anything. Him. The world. Dave doesn't know what to expect.]
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No.
The reassurance that he's alive loosens Dave's nerve-taut muscles enough for him to slip casually off the edge of the P--kids, don't try this at home, all stunts have been performed by professional dead guys--and he lands easy, hands in his pockets, just out of arm's reach. The closest he's ever been.]
Well, welcome to the city of angels. Looks like I'm your tour guide for the evening.
[The look he ends up turning to Dirk with is less certain than he would like. He doesn't know how this kid feels about--well, anything. Him. The world. Dave doesn't know what to expect.]