=> You watch Dave pace around. Something sinks in your chest, dropping all the way to your stomach. The more he talks β rambles, the sicker you get. He just keeps /talking/, like he's defending himself as if he was on trial. You don't know why he made you the juror.
dude you need to relax if you forget something just swing by and drop it off later hes not going anywhere
==> johns shoulders drop, noticeably less tense. still, he worries his bottom lip between his top teeth, overbite peeking out. you force yourself to not reach out.
//Hi, Hello! Be warned, this next "arc" of Fishy's account will involve vague talks of suicide, scenes of violent gore, and abuse. There will be warnings on the posts themselves, but please tread with caution. Thank you. -Koi