driftfleet | (no subject)

Yes you did, you were a prisoner, hating us would've been the easy way.

It's much harder to hate any of you once you get to know you. [And he was too busy hating himself for the way he'd left Daxam.]

I do try to be as unhateable as possible.

[ he really does, sometimes he takes it too far, indulging things he knows he shouldn't. but he's been hated so long, he can't help it - it's instinct. ]

You do that well. And I was the one crash landing at your door. You kept me alive.

You didn't really have a choice in that, so why don't we settle on - everyone was understandable?

I accept your terms since you are my jailer. [Smiling.]

I thought I was your friend.

[ it's really not funny to him, he doesn't want to be anyone's jailer, anyone's atroma. ]

You are. I was kidding. It's a bad joke. I haven't felt like I was a prisoner for a long time and you never felt like a jailer.

I'd be a really bad jailer, don't leave me to babysit any prisoners.

Because you might take them out to a bar.

[ he laughs and shakes his head. ]

You weren't a prisoner at that point - [ but yeah he can't be trusted ]

[He smiles.] It still felt prisoner adjacent, but I know why now.

It was fun, though, sneaking out.

It was. I liked everything up until the breaking the arm.

Yeah, definitely wasn't a fan of that...or the next day's hangover.

You should try being a Daxamite with yellow sun. It really helps with that.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

I can only give you so many good ideas!

And that's why I'm the idea guy.

So what's the idea for getting the bullets?

It should be simple - we give them money, they give us ammo. But in case it's not -- that's why I brought you.

[ he nods towards his bag that's sitting to the side. ]

There's a vest there, bulletproof. Put it under your shirt. Just in case.

[He nods along until the vest. He is MORE than happy to put one on, but...] Are you wearing one?

Don't need one, I'll just hide behind you.

[ look, bulletproof materials are hard to come by and he uses them up on supersuits. mon-el is allergic to lead and only in this because he's doing winn a favor, he has to protect him. ]

That does not sound like a great plan. You should wear it. I'm fast. I can grab the bullets. [If he knows they're coming.]

Then you can grab them before they hit me. Look, you're the bigger target, and more than that - if something happens to you I can't pick you up and run, but you can totally do that for me. It's probably gonna be an unnecessary precaution anyway, we'll be fine.

[ trying to reassure himself. it's gonna be fine! neither one of them is going to get shot. this is not going to be a rerun of the livewire fiasco. ]