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“Where are we supposed to go? We don’t belong anywhere. We’re broken.” Deacon could almost see Trixie getting sentimental and he didn’t know what to do. It all got too much when he felt her lips against his arm, and he retreated his arm roughly. “No one did this to me” he answered mechanically. Deacon hadn’t planned on telling her, or anyone for that matter, but if Trixie thought they were messed up she needed to know how fucked up he really was. “I did it myself. Some nurses from Dullahan prevented me from… finishing.”
“Stop self pitying, Trixie. No one put a syringe in your arm, the same way no one put that piece of glass in mine” Deacon knew he was being harsh now, but he didn’t know what else to do. Not only because after Dullahan he couldn’t quite figure how to treat the other Killjoys, but because he had never known how to make Trixie feel better. She was a mistery for him. “Try to rest a bit. Do you wanna lie down?” he offered. Maybe if she was exhausted enough, she’d fall asleep.
Trixie let go when Deacon tugged harder with his arm. She set her jaw, feeling her stomach tighten with everything that had happened lately. His next words hit him like a slap in the face, the ones after not much better. “Shut up.” Trixie’s words came out harsh and she knew it, but she couldn’t stop it. “I know no one put it in my arm. I did it myself and maybe that’s why stopping is dumb.” Between everything hurting and hearing Deacon’s words, she was becoming angry and upset. There was truth in it, and she knew that. But the Deacon she knew wouldn’t have sliced his arms open. “For once I’m glad for those Dullahan bitches if they kept you here alive,” she laughed bitterly, staring up at the ceiling before getting up.
“No, I’m not tired.” Trixie was the opposite of tired, instead taking to pacing her room. Everything hurt but she couldn’t stop moving at the same time. “Why wouldn’t you do that? Why wouldn’t want to be here anymore?” She’d stopped and taken to staring him down. She was shaking and sweaty and not feeling well but it wasn’t stopping her from trying to stay worried about one of her best friends.
Jayce was built to say the least, but that is what he did in his time in his room. He worked out, it was something that kept his mind clear and that was what was more important. Jayce, looking over at Trixie, making sure she was eating. When she leaned back against him he smiled softly, “You’re welcome.” He said, letting her rest against him. “As soon as you finish that last cracker, I’ll help you get to Rizzo’s room. Alright?” He asked, honestly glad she was alright.
Trixie nodded but stayed where she was. She took her time finishing the crackers, trying to figure out what to say to Rizzo. She knew he’d want to know what happened, but she didn’t want him mad at her. Trixie knew she shouldn’t have provoked Marlon, but she also hadn’t made any threat that would have been more than a joke or possibly taken as a threat. He was the one who stepped it up to a gun to her head - an actual threat. “I can make it okay, but thanks,” she said, using the couch to pull herself up, trying to ignore the throbbing in her body from the new and old wounds. “Thanks for showing up in time I guess,” she offered lamely before heading to Rizzo’s room.
I don’t know, but I wouldn’t tell them to fucking shoot me!
Fuck, I tried being diplomatic and shit. I just don’t see the logic in what you were trying to do and I can’t argue with you because you’re gonna get heated again and I just- [Frustrated groan] You were freaked out. I get it. I’ll talk to him about it, okay?
Alright. I - I’m sorry, okay?
It’s not like I wanted a fight or a hole in my chest. I won’t bother him. I don’t want to be anywhere near the psycho anyways unless I can kick his ass. I’m going to see if I can sleep in Jayce’s floor tonight. Or maybe Hallie’s or something.
You did what now?
Trixie, we’re fucking outlaws. You challenge us to do anything, we accept the fucking challenge!
What would you do if someone in this gang put a gun to your head and you couldn’t defend yourself?!
You know as well as I do that I couldn’t just talk Marlon down! Next best thing is telling him he can’t shoot me dead here because, first off, I’m a Killjoy too and, second, he’d get fucking caught! I was pointing out it was a dumb move, but clearly it didn’t stop him even when someone came into the room which is just fucking terrifying!
No, but you should be smart enough to know that if someone doesn’t like a joke you made, they’re probably not going to like what you have to say after it.
Everyone doesn’t have the same level of tolerance for you like Deacon and I do. What if this were a different situation? What if instead of Marlon, it was some agent trying to interrogate you? You can’t just keeping picking and picking and expect them not to retaliate. And they will kill you.
How… Did that suddenly get turned around to an agent interrogation?
I know. I apparently piss people off but that doesn’t give them some right to whip a gun out and then shoot at me — at least not someone living here. I’m… I’m freaked out, Rizzo. I challenged him to pull the trigger to get him to back down but… I think if Jayce hadn’t come in, he would have shot where it wasn’t patchable.
