Nightly. If they weren't in the middle of chewing each others heads off, he might've smiled when Kabal wasn't looking. That's the kind of almost cute bullshit that tricked Len into thinking this could be different. Right now, all that word does is make his heart pound painfully hard.
Only an idiot would believe Kabal. A sucker. Someone too sad and desperate to know when to quit. Right now would be the perfect moment to walk away. Leaving Kabal hanging would be a power move. The only one Len has right now.
A hard stare at the other man, folding his arms across his chest.
"Take off the mask." Len isn't trying to be precious. He wants to see his face. Gauge for himself whether Kabal is being honest, or looking for easy ammunition.
What Kabal's asking isn't nothing, and what Len's asking in return isn't nothing either. He's not getting messy alone.
"I ain't kidding. You wanna know? Take off the mask."
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Only an idiot would believe Kabal. A sucker. Someone too sad and desperate to know when to quit. Right now would be the perfect moment to walk away. Leaving Kabal hanging would be a power move. The only one Len has right now.
A hard stare at the other man, folding his arms across his chest.
"Take off the mask." Len isn't trying to be precious. He wants to see his face. Gauge for himself whether Kabal is being honest, or looking for easy ammunition.
What Kabal's asking isn't nothing, and what Len's asking in return isn't nothing either. He's not getting messy alone.
"I ain't kidding. You wanna know? Take off the mask."