[ The first impulse is to put a knife through Trevor's throat. Anyone who knows him is a threat, and the only response to a threat is to put it down hard. Sharkface bares his teeth, a clear warning. It was a mistake to go out without armor of any kind, to let someone touch him and think it wouldn't end badly. Stupid. He's gotten complacent, falling into a shore-leave rhythm like he doesn't have a role and purpose already defined, and a mission to complete. He shouldn't be talking to these people about anything except the mission, shouldn't be defining them as anything but threats to eliminate or assets to be utilized.
Breathe. Straighten up and don't go stabbing people for nothing. Because it was nothing. A tactical error. Stupid, very fucking stupid, but not worth killing someone over.
Besides, Trevor's not lunging for him. Isn't doing anything but standing there, hands up like a peace offering.
Sharkface grits his teeth so hard his jaw aches, scars pulled taunt across his face, and lowers the knife. Sheathes it in the same motion, hating himself. Stupid to lose control like that. It won't happen again. He won't let it. ]
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Breathe. Straighten up and don't go stabbing people for nothing. Because it was nothing. A tactical error. Stupid, very fucking stupid, but not worth killing someone over.
Besides, Trevor's not lunging for him. Isn't doing anything but standing there, hands up like a peace offering.
Sharkface grits his teeth so hard his jaw aches, scars pulled taunt across his face, and lowers the knife. Sheathes it in the same motion, hating himself. Stupid to lose control like that. It won't happen again. He won't let it. ]
No, it fucking won't.