He's gotta be good enough for everybody. For Galen, for Kenzi, for his stupid fucking father, he's not enough and he hasn't ever been, and for some reason, they keep coming back for more. Ghoul's voice gets loud, and Jesse flinches, curling up even more tightly -- "Shh, shh, shut up, s'gonna hear you!"
Christ, it's too loud, he's alerted the fucking shadows, the way the nightmare can crawl up on him in the daytime. They reach across the floor, curl around Ghoul's feet, and Jesse yelps, scrambling up the stairs.
It'll take him, it's going to get Ghoul, it's spreading the infection, it's going to kill both of them.
"Stop! Leave him alone!" Jesse shouts from where he's scrambled to, but he's not talking to Ghoul anymore. He's staring at Ghoul's feet, eyes trailing after the shadows that smoke up, form into an unsolid form, a dog with sharp eyes.
It takes a step up the stairs and Jesse lifts his pipe. What's he going to do? What else can he do?
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Christ, it's too loud, he's alerted the fucking shadows, the way the nightmare can crawl up on him in the daytime. They reach across the floor, curl around Ghoul's feet, and Jesse yelps, scrambling up the stairs.
It'll take him, it's going to get Ghoul, it's spreading the infection, it's going to kill both of them.
"Stop! Leave him alone!" Jesse shouts from where he's scrambled to, but he's not talking to Ghoul anymore. He's staring at Ghoul's feet, eyes trailing after the shadows that smoke up, form into an unsolid form, a dog with sharp eyes.
It takes a step up the stairs and Jesse lifts his pipe. What's he going to do? What else can he do?