Danny: …I agree

Barb: *messed up your hair*

Danny: *slowly got up rubbing his eyes*

Barb: but don’t force it

Danny: mmm.. I think I’m just tired..

Danny: *slowly put his head on your chest *

Barb: so find something damnit *he hit your arm*

Danny: *he was quiet but wanted to cry so bad but couldn’t *

Barb: well you gotta find something to get sober for first

Danny: *he let you, he had an ungodly amount of scars on his face, he’s incredibly resilient to death but damage sticks forever*

Danny: *slowly got up going with you*

Barb: it’s fine, gave me a reason to stay up and study while making sure you don’t croak in your sleep *trying to make light of it*

Barb: …you know, you gave me one hell of a scare yesterday

Danny: I wanna throw up..

Danny: I didn’t wanna kill him man..something came over me and I ripped..I ripped out his throat like an animal.. *he sorta curled up into a ball, he doesn’t wanna kill anyone bad or good*

Barb: I agree

Barb: *he smiled* bar get a little too much?

Danny: *he mumbled something about he not believing he actually killed him*

Barb: hey

Danny: *had used his teeth because not claws, he couldn’t answer just breathing heavily trying not to cry*