[ he doesn't want anyone on his side. he doesn't want the responsibility of more men's lives in his hands. but it doesn't look like he's going to have a choice. stiltedly, frank nods, yanking his hand away instead of participating in the handshake. the red drink clouds his mind and makes him want further contact, but the memories are too raw and ready at the fore of his mind now. he was actively seeking validation without realizing it, but now he wants to throw it back at lucas like the proverbial hot potato. his gaze is wild and a little spooked as a result. ]
i don't have a side other than survival [ whatever that means here ]
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i don't have a side other than survival [ whatever that means here ]