[His hands clench, unconsciously. It would be so easy to reach out and tear into Chris, and it's harder and harder to remember why he shouldn't, now that he's out of that small room and hungrier than ever.]
Sure.
[Josh's response is remote, almost a growl instead of any kind of speech. He's lost the thread of the conversation, focusing instead on the instincts that are growing more difficult to resist. He just remembers that something about it was pissing him off, that he doesn't think Chris is being truthful. But does it really matter?
He stands very still, suddenly, tracking Chris' movement, less human than before. If Chris moves - well, he's not sure he remembers why he shouldn't do anything.]
no subject
Sure.
[Josh's response is remote, almost a growl instead of any kind of speech. He's lost the thread of the conversation, focusing instead on the instincts that are growing more difficult to resist. He just remembers that something about it was pissing him off, that he doesn't think Chris is being truthful. But does it really matter?
He stands very still, suddenly, tracking Chris' movement, less human than before. If Chris moves - well, he's not sure he remembers why he shouldn't do anything.]