[ Sharkface snorts at that, twitching. He doesn't want to be here. He wants to go back to the fight pits and beat some stranger until the world makes sense again, but there's a larger plan in play. So now that just has to be fucking dealt with. He's got a job to do and Godric could throw a wrench into that. Doesn't matter what the vampire says now, or even if he believes it. Matters what the vampire could say to all these nice people they know.
Matters wha the could say to Angela, maybe. Or Gene. They'd look at him different if they knew what he was. And the thought sticks with him, a sick feeling that makes his throat go tight. The mission could survive that — he could adapt, he's done that before — but they would know. And there would be no undoing that. ]
I got stupid drunk. That's it. Won't happen again.
[ He really hopes it'll be that simple. That Godric will just accept that and let it go. He doubts it, though. Nothing in this place has been easy. ]
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Matters wha the could say to Angela, maybe. Or Gene. They'd look at him different if they knew what he was. And the thought sticks with him, a sick feeling that makes his throat go tight. The mission could survive that — he could adapt, he's done that before — but they would know. And there would be no undoing that. ]
I got stupid drunk. That's it. Won't happen again.
[ He really hopes it'll be that simple. That Godric will just accept that and let it go. He doubts it, though. Nothing in this place has been easy. ]