If Len had hoped for some sort of violent outburst from Kabal, either him defending his actions or maybe tossing Len through a table full of appetizers to really end this for good; he'll be disappointed. Because Kabal just stares.
There's a whole hell of a lot to unpack there and Kabal is not sober, nor smart enough, to do so in a way to really deal with this.
"Sounds like something a jealous person would say." Muttered under his breath because the sarcastic response felt normal, clinging to that because everything else happening here is so fucking weird he can't begin to parse it. Couldn't they go back to witty banter and barely concealed flirting?
"Didn't realize you were a blushing virgin deigning to slum it up with a two-bit thug. You sure as fuck weren't complaining before. In fact I remember more than a little encouragement." He's still annoyed but now there's a level of confusion with it because this feels like it's some elaborate joke. Did Len spend weeks fucking him just to drop him publicly for fun?
And drop him from... what? This isn't a ...
Are they...
Are they a thing?
His eyes drop to the whiskey he's holding, because he could use some more of that for the facial journey he's going on while trying to Nancy Drew this shit. And he never liked mysteries.
"Wait. Do you think I'm cheating on you?" Blunt as always, and now, yeah it's time to pull the mask off again for some more whiskey. He's not ready for this.
He's about to say something else and then his face twists back up in a snarl at that last comment, "Ex-Partner. What you needed someone to be your bodyguard cuz you can't take care of yourself? Sounds like a swell guy. Bet we'll be friends. Can bond over whatever the hell this tantrum you're throwing is for."
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There's a whole hell of a lot to unpack there and Kabal is not sober, nor smart enough, to do so in a way to really deal with this.
"Sounds like something a jealous person would say." Muttered under his breath because the sarcastic response felt normal, clinging to that because everything else happening here is so fucking weird he can't begin to parse it. Couldn't they go back to witty banter and barely concealed flirting?
"Didn't realize you were a blushing virgin deigning to slum it up with a two-bit thug. You sure as fuck weren't complaining before. In fact I remember more than a little encouragement." He's still annoyed but now there's a level of confusion with it because this feels like it's some elaborate joke. Did Len spend weeks fucking him just to drop him publicly for fun?
And drop him from... what? This isn't a ...
Are they...
Are they a thing?
His eyes drop to the whiskey he's holding, because he could use some more of that for the facial journey he's going on while trying to Nancy Drew this shit. And he never liked mysteries.
"Wait. Do you think I'm cheating on you?" Blunt as always, and now, yeah it's time to pull the mask off again for some more whiskey. He's not ready for this.
He's about to say something else and then his face twists back up in a snarl at that last comment, "Ex-Partner. What you needed someone to be your bodyguard cuz you can't take care of yourself? Sounds like a swell guy. Bet we'll be friends. Can bond over whatever the hell this tantrum you're throwing is for."