[ Dirk's got his shirt off by the time Dave's turned. Not that there was much of it left. Underneath he's all skin and bones, shaking and sweating and trying to clean his wounds. Underneath the layers of dirt and grim he's covere in wounds, some more savage than others, but none a bite. He's a god damn mess but he's still alive.
Dave.
Dave?
Dave.
He glances at the food offered. He has no appetite anymore, but he knows he has to eat. Even if his stomach rolls at the thought and he's not sure if he can trust food that he hasn't watched himself.
He starts wrapping bandages around his skinny arms. ] You forgot me.
no subject
Dave.
Dave?
Dave.
He glances at the food offered. He has no appetite anymore, but he knows he has to eat. Even if his stomach rolls at the thought and he's not sure if he can trust food that he hasn't watched himself.
He starts wrapping bandages around his skinny arms. ] You forgot me.