[ he had deemed it good enough to kill some asshole inside, and that counts for something. but they won't speak about that, because he's pretty sure his casual recklessness and complete disregard for his belongings had traumatized rex for life. he should behave better, probably.
doing such a small favor for rex fills him with a certain pleasure, sating some repressed need for a human touch that doesn't involve violence. those touches are few and far between, usually coming in the form of entirely meaningless sex that scratches an itch but does little else. there's no affection or caring or, heaven forbid, love involved. lin knows scarcely anything about love anyway, unless it's the sort of familial bond that he's given up his life and happiness for.
it feels different with rex. he doesn't owe him anything, and rex isn't asking anything of him, either. he just doesn't want his hands to hurt. ]
Just because you use your hands for this kind of work doesn't mean you don't need to take care of them. They're the only hands you're gonna get. Don't you want to use them to touch people?
[ him, specifically. he's finishing his drink quicker now, swallowing down every awful bit just because it gives him a way to hide the stupid flush rising in his cheeks. if he works his way through the other cans, he can blame it on the alcohol. ]
We should get going soon. You've seen my place, it's nothing special.
[ he's fiddling with his bag now, throwing in more arbitrary items just to be doing something that isn't looking at rex. ]
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[ he had deemed it good enough to kill some asshole inside, and that counts for something. but they won't speak about that, because he's pretty sure his casual recklessness and complete disregard for his belongings had traumatized rex for life. he should behave better, probably.
doing such a small favor for rex fills him with a certain pleasure, sating some repressed need for a human touch that doesn't involve violence. those touches are few and far between, usually coming in the form of entirely meaningless sex that scratches an itch but does little else. there's no affection or caring or, heaven forbid, love involved. lin knows scarcely anything about love anyway, unless it's the sort of familial bond that he's given up his life and happiness for.
it feels different with rex. he doesn't owe him anything, and rex isn't asking anything of him, either. he just doesn't want his hands to hurt. ]
Just because you use your hands for this kind of work doesn't mean you don't need to take care of them. They're the only hands you're gonna get. Don't you want to use them to touch people?
[ him, specifically. he's finishing his drink quicker now, swallowing down every awful bit just because it gives him a way to hide the stupid flush rising in his cheeks. if he works his way through the other cans, he can blame it on the alcohol. ]
We should get going soon. You've seen my place, it's nothing special.
[ he's fiddling with his bag now, throwing in more arbitrary items just to be doing something that isn't looking at rex. ]