[ Maybe it would have been easier to go by Terrence, or come up with a decent alias. Something forgettable. His surname is what it is. Everyone remembers it. But thinking up one would have taken even longer, made the deception obvious. It was probably a mistake.
Sharkface squares his shoulders. He'll just have to survive it. ]
Maybe.
[ He needs to get out of here. Establish a perimeter around something. A place he can retreat to and defend, where no one can follow and where he can lose his shit in private. Avoid witnesses. ]
Sorry, for--
[ He twitches. Shrugs. He's angry still, though not at David. And it doesn't help anything to take it out on bystanders. ]
no subject
Sharkface squares his shoulders. He'll just have to survive it. ]
Maybe.
[ He needs to get out of here. Establish a perimeter around something. A place he can retreat to and defend, where no one can follow and where he can lose his shit in private. Avoid witnesses. ]
Sorry, for--
[ He twitches. Shrugs. He's angry still, though not at David. And it doesn't help anything to take it out on bystanders. ]
Bad day. Not on you.