Who: Dexter Morgan, Brian Moser; open to T'Pol and Spike, otherwise closed unless you'd like to propose something. <3
Where: Dexter's room - level 5, cabin 16.
When: Right now!
Warnings: Serial killer mumbo jumbo, creepy brotherly love, creepy creepiness.
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'cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. (Cue Dexter's inner-monologue!) )
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Not that he wanted to keep manipulating Dexter; Dexter deserved better. He just wanted to be able to talk to him. To be understood.
He couldn't whistle in the hallways with all the chaos, but there was a distinct jaunt in his step as he made his way down a single flight of stairs and over to room 16. Because of course he'd located where his brother was immediately after arriving - he had his priorities.
Brian rapped on the door with the back of his hand and carefully prepared himself to be honest. Or at least as honest as he could be.
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It was weird that his lab was what had come with him, but not so weird that Brian was surprised by it.
"You look different," was his comment. "It must've been a while since I died." It was just an observation, not bitter at all.
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Dexter tapped a few fingers on his desk, keeping eye contact with Brian. He smiled, then, genuinely. "Three and a half years, almost. I'm getting old, I guess." He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, still staring at Brian.
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