It is dangerous, and Varker finally does move away from Trevor almost violently as Audrey's fear spikes from Trevor touching her and Varker feels it through their connection. The snap of her jaws barely misses Trevor's throat as he stumbles back onto his ass.
He sits there a long moment, stunned and stares up at Trevor.
The man is a fragile mess, pulling his knees up to his chest and rubbing his face into them.
"for fucks sake..."
The moment had been nice, genuine human connection over grief, and then Trevor ruined it. Probably not on purpose, but even Varker tries not to shove his death wish on other people who live in board.
"I can taste what she puts in her mouth." Which, okay, he had been okay with her trying to bite his face off in a fight to the death, but- "I have enough problems as it is, being touched, I'd prefer to not add 'one time I ripped a man's throat out while I had a fucking breakdown in his arms' to the list, asshole."
He is glaring with tears still in his eyes, pushing himself up off the floor and hushing Audrey as she growls at Trevor, "good for you." It wouldn't be the first time Audrey had, but that didn't mean it wouldn't upset him.
He sniffs, rubbing at his own eyes before stiffly hugging himself, "I told Norton I would actually use my brain to kill you next time, so don't call him. He won't like that I attacked you." At least he's honest.
His gaze falls to the floor. He wants to drink. He's been slower at it with the toll, but he wants to get plastered and Oscar won't like that. But at least he can be around him for a little bit.
"Are you trying to tell me I suck at punching? Because I've known that since the seventh grade." He was a nerd, though he had punched people before, but not as often in the past thirty years.
"I'm perfectly sane, thank you. Or at least I like to believe I am." He glances back into the empty room, at his comm on the ground. He hesitates to get it for having to walk back in the room.
"She was going to be brilliant, you know. Curious, creative...I would have sent her somewhere that would have valued that if I could."
"I'm trying to tell you that you're not going to kill me by punching." He replies back. "At least, not that way. If you want to get good at punching, I could give you a few tips but I doubt you'd want them from me."
A nod. Relaxing, letting the mournful quiet take over again.
And there came the worried, hurried steps of a priest coming in. By the smell of him, he had been working with cleaning supplies, particularly since he was wearing slacks and a silken shirt that was Hawaiian ish with its flower pattern.
He also had a baton in a loop over his hand.
"Trevor- what can I do to assist?" He was breathlessly polite as he slowed, looking around for the Problem.
Varker, having disappeared for the moment into the cabin, can't help the soft exhale as he hears the Scottish man's breathless question.
He stands, rubbing at a few scuff marks on his communicator, but still functional.
"You can join me in the memorial room," he sniffs as he slips out of the cabin, probably a little surprising that neither of them are too badly banged up.
Again with the fucking shirts. Trevor resists the urge to roll his eyes. Like a baton would stop anyone determined enough to hurt him. Like a baton could stop a bullet.
He nods towards Varker, moving to squeeze past Oscar in the hallway.
"Send me the picture when you bruise, it'll make me feel better," Varker calls after him, giving the other man the finger just so he's sure this changes nothing about attempting to stop him.
He isnt strong enough to ask him to change his mind, but what he is strong enough for is taking Oscar by the wrist instead and pulling him towards the lift.
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Re: Deck 6 - waiting
He sits there a long moment, stunned and stares up at Trevor.
"W-what the fuck is wrong with you?"
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"I don't know what kind of answer you're looking for."
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"for fucks sake..."
The moment had been nice, genuine human connection over grief, and then Trevor ruined it. Probably not on purpose, but even Varker tries not to shove his death wish on other people who live in board.
"I can taste what she puts in her mouth." Which, okay, he had been okay with her trying to bite his face off in a fight to the death, but- "I have enough problems as it is, being touched, I'd prefer to not add 'one time I ripped a man's throat out while I had a fucking breakdown in his arms' to the list, asshole."
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"Sorry. I'm sorry. I wouldn't have been upset about it if you had."
He rubs at his eyes, and takes his communicator out.
"D'you want me to call Oscar, or Norton?"
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He sniffs, rubbing at his own eyes before stiffly hugging himself, "I told Norton I would actually use my brain to kill you next time, so don't call him. He won't like that I attacked you." At least he's honest.
His gaze falls to the floor. He wants to drink. He's been slower at it with the toll, but he wants to get plastered and Oscar won't like that. But at least he can be around him for a little bit.
"Call Oscar."
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“We’ll call this a…whatever you want to call it. Temporary lapse of sanity.”
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"I'm perfectly sane, thank you. Or at least I like to believe I am." He glances back into the empty room, at his comm on the ground. He hesitates to get it for having to walk back in the room.
"She was going to be brilliant, you know. Curious, creative...I would have sent her somewhere that would have valued that if I could."
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A nod. Relaxing, letting the mournful quiet take over again.
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He also had a baton in a loop over his hand.
"Trevor- what can I do to assist?" He was breathlessly polite as he slowed, looking around for the Problem.
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He stands, rubbing at a few scuff marks on his communicator, but still functional.
"You can join me in the memorial room," he sniffs as he slips out of the cabin, probably a little surprising that neither of them are too badly banged up.
"I'm holding another fucking funeral."
Re: Deck 6 - waiting
He nods towards Varker, moving to squeeze past Oscar in the hallway.
"Just that."
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"Right. Thank you Trevor, for calling. Varker-"
He came forward to clasp the blond on the shoulder. "Let's get going."
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He isnt strong enough to ask him to change his mind, but what he is strong enough for is taking Oscar by the wrist instead and pulling him towards the lift.
Re: Deck 6 - waiting
But he will.