this is the place you end up when you lose the chase

[drowningking]

In Harvestman's motel room, Leander's heart rate momentarily climbed before settling again. He wished he'd brought something to drink with them, but that hardly struck him as appropriate. They were talking. They were actually having a conversation for once, one that ostensibly didn't begin or end in bed, or with one of them storming off

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[fireburned]

The bed is stripped of it's blankets and pillows; upon investigation, they would be found in the tub of the windowless bathroom. Even though that would seem to be enough, the one window in the room was covered with a thick, black material, a very heavy-looking wooden board, and the dresser shoved in front of it.

Paranoid didn't seem to cover it.

"What did he tell you?" Harvestman isn't looking at Leander. He's scanning the sparse walls for something that isn't there.

[drowningking]

"He said your dad died." Left without anything to do, Leander crosses his arms in front of his chest and tries not to fidget. The neutrality of his voice is something safe for both of them, at least until it's time to start shouting or whatever. He contemplates not adding this second part but concludes he might as well. "That you killed a girl."

[fireburned]

"That it?" Harvestman twisted his neck around to look at Lee, the same strangely inhuman motion behind it he had when he wasn't bothering to hide his more inhuman side.

He sounds a bit surprised. He expected more, really.

[drowningking]

"We didn't exactly have a parent-teacher conference, no." Fuck it. Lee sat on the bed, forearms on his knees. "He said... sometimes it can change." That would need explanation, he knew, but he still paused for a long moment before clarifying. It felt like a heavy thing to say. "What's written in the books."