[He makes it race, alright. Clearly he makes it do something else too, but Roche doesn't fully realize that yet. For all he knows there's something wrong with him (there is, but that's beyond the point). At first it had only been the adrenaline, but now? God, there's something else going on that makes him feel content when he's at rest. Never in a hundred years did Roche think he'd ever find himself in this position, and it's...
Actually a little scary. A good scary? He's not entirely sure yet.]
Oh, you've done more than make it race, Hotshot. You've taken it for a ride and found out how to make it purr.
[Is that too corny? God, it probably is. You know what fixes that? Whiskey. It's a welcome distraction, but it doesn't quite drag Roche's mind away from it entirely. Who says something like that? He's said things like that to others before, but it had been in jest! That felt like the exact opposite, and maybe floating in that sea of green after that night in the car did break something in him.]
Am, ah... [Alright. Knock back the first glass, and... No, he definitely needs a second one. Yeah. A second glass sounds just fine.] I really part of your dreams?
no subject
Actually a little scary. A good scary? He's not entirely sure yet.]
Oh, you've done more than make it race, Hotshot. You've taken it for a ride and found out how to make it purr.
[Is that too corny? God, it probably is. You know what fixes that? Whiskey. It's a welcome distraction, but it doesn't quite drag Roche's mind away from it entirely. Who says something like that? He's said things like that to others before, but it had been in jest! That felt like the exact opposite, and maybe floating in that sea of green after that night in the car did break something in him.]
Am, ah... [Alright. Knock back the first glass, and... No, he definitely needs a second one. Yeah. A second glass sounds just fine.] I really part of your dreams?
[F u c k.]