[It takes a couple seconds for this to process, because his brain is coming back online thanks to the hydration and carbohydrates and fructose, but he's still getting there. At which point his eyes flick up to Bush in a venomous glare. If he behaves? A human minding him, like he had any capacity to judge Dillon, like he could ever understand. It's insulting. It's pathetic and humiliating and obscene.
It is preferable to actually being controlled. He drops his gaze back to the breakfast plate like he's embarrassed about his bitterness, as though he's suddenly remembering Bush's assistance so far, as though it weren't his due.]
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It is preferable to actually being controlled. He drops his gaze back to the breakfast plate like he's embarrassed about his bitterness, as though he's suddenly remembering Bush's assistance so far, as though it weren't his due.]
Fine, I guess. If you wanna.