[Like it controlled him. Dave is pretty sure he just soiled himself.
Maybe it's genetics. David never wanted anyone else to get involved either. Maybe that runs in the family, too. But at least Jay is still alive. If the sauce hasn't made his brain explode through his eyes yet, that was always a good sign.
You were chosen. That's what John would say.]
I'm sorry.
[Was he? David was never sure. It just meant there was one more person to worry about, one more person to---
Dave's eyes drop to Jay's hand, the hand gripping the cylinder, watching a very small ooze of black drip out between his fingers.
No.
He flinches, watching it pool on the floor in front of them, expand, writhing on its own. He steps back.]
no subject
Maybe it's genetics. David never wanted anyone else to get involved either. Maybe that runs in the family, too. But at least Jay is still alive. If the sauce hasn't made his brain explode through his eyes yet, that was always a good sign.
You were chosen. That's what John would say.]
I'm sorry.
[Was he? David was never sure. It just meant there was one more person to worry about, one more person to---
Dave's eyes drop to Jay's hand, the hand gripping the cylinder, watching a very small ooze of black drip out between his fingers.
No.
He flinches, watching it pool on the floor in front of them, expand, writhing on its own. He steps back.]
Jay...