“Are you telling me youdon’tlikeTropic Thunder? I don’t know if we can be friends now.”
“We aren’t friends.”
“Now that’s just quitter speak.”
“You’re actually delusional.”
“Hey, I don’t drop character till the DVD commentary.”
“Oh my God, please stop,” she deadpans, even as her fingers begin to run lightly through Thane’s buzzed hair. I peel back his eyelids to check his pupils, and for a moment, I just watch her, watching him.
“If only we had someAss-Water,that’d bring him around. It’s a cure all.”
I gasp in fake outrage. “You fucking hypocrite,” and she laughs. Actuallylaughs. “So youcansmile. I was beginning to wonder if your frowny face was just stuck like that.”
“Only when I’m around you.”
I flutter my eyelashes. “You say the sweetest things.”
She huffs and looks back down at Thane, who’s now drooling in her lap, and her smile slowly disappears. “Do you actually make drugs for him?”
I nod after a moment.
“Why?” she asks, crooking her eyebrow.
“What, you’ve never drugged your friends before?”
“Not the one’s I liked.”
I rub my jaw before looking back at her, and my best friend who’s now snoring into her belly button. “His demon is dangerous.”
“Uh, thanks Captain Obvious, kinda figured that out on my own.”
“Well, you clearly haven’t figured out that you shouldn’t mouth off to the worst of them.” I snark back.
“Hey, I tried ignoring you assholes, butclearlythat didn’t work out so well for me,” she gestures to the both of us.
“Fair point,” I concede.
“And besides, you’re all fucking dangerous,” she mutters.
Also a fair point.
“His demon is volatile,” I continue. “And powerful, and when it wants out, it takes everything he has to keep it in.”
“I still don’t get how the whole ‘demon’ thing works.”
“The ‘demon thing’? Oh, you sweet summer child.”
“Fuck off.”
I chuckle at her glare and run my hand through my hair. “It’s hard to explain. It’s like… Picture all of the intrusive thoughts you bury deep, deep down. All the times you wanted to hit someone for being an asshole, when you wanted something so badly you do anything to get it, things like that. And inside your head, there’s this voice that whispers ‘Why not? Whyshouldn’tI take what I want?’. Except that voice is usually attached to claws and teeth and wields magic.”
She considers me for a moment, brows furrowed. “How is that any different than shifters? Ramsey was saying?—”
“You’re talking toRamsey? Ramsey Mondragon. The growly, disfigured dickhead about yay high?—”
“Can you not be such a fucking asshole for once,” she rolls her eyes.
