[ Drake, then. Sharkface hesitates, staring at the offered hand, and then takes it gingerly. The pause is telling, too long. He wants to jerk away the moment their hands touch but he holds himself still and breathes through it. He doesn't do this. He doesn't touch people.
But acting like a crazy person doesn't get him a goddamn thing, does it? Suck it up.
He's stiff. It's the sort of thing people notice. But he shakes Drake's hand and he doesn't flinch back too quickly.
So. Maybe he didn't make himself look like a complete asshole. ]
Ephemera.
[ A lie. But there are lines he needs to draw. Calling himself Sharkface will raise questions he can't afford right now. ]
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But acting like a crazy person doesn't get him a goddamn thing, does it? Suck it up.
He's stiff. It's the sort of thing people notice. But he shakes Drake's hand and he doesn't flinch back too quickly.
So. Maybe he didn't make himself look like a complete asshole. ]
Ephemera.
[ A lie. But there are lines he needs to draw. Calling himself Sharkface will raise questions he can't afford right now. ]