"You saying you can track me by scent?" It's an amused sort of question, a little bit playful, a little bit of something to try and take the edge off. And also, well. He knows that Dodger does it to an extent, too. So he's curious.
Ivar comes closer and Francis leans into him, their shoulders brushing together. And fuck if his words aren't familiar. That sense of not wanting exclusiveness exactly so much as just feeling like you mattered. "You want to be special to him," he murmurs softly. He can't help the way that his mouth curls when Ivar says that Dodger has the emotional capacity of a five year old.
Francis doesn't think it's true, but then... he's never been quite sure if he gets a better side of Dodger than most people, or if he just buys into his nonsense. He's not sure which option is better. Ivar's clearly one of the people that killed Dodger, and once that would have made him want to put an arrow through his skull. But it's impossible to not feel that Dodger probably deserved it, even if he does get defensive of the man.
"You kill him here, and you're just giving him what he wants. I think it bothers me more than him most of the time," he says idly. "But we're not... it's not like that. I think he just likes that I call him Master," he says with a twitch of his lips. Which is maybe not entirely true, because there are moments, pieces- but when Dodger has so many romantic entanglements and so many where he seems to be willing to actually put the words, labels to it, and doesn't with Francis.. of course he thinks that he doesn't really matter as much.
He leans into him, rests his head against his shoulder. "For what it's worth, I think you're special."
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Date: 2020-05-30 11:50 pm (UTC)Ivar comes closer and Francis leans into him, their shoulders brushing together. And fuck if his words aren't familiar. That sense of not wanting exclusiveness exactly so much as just feeling like you mattered. "You want to be special to him," he murmurs softly. He can't help the way that his mouth curls when Ivar says that Dodger has the emotional capacity of a five year old.
Francis doesn't think it's true, but then... he's never been quite sure if he gets a better side of Dodger than most people, or if he just buys into his nonsense. He's not sure which option is better. Ivar's clearly one of the people that killed Dodger, and once that would have made him want to put an arrow through his skull. But it's impossible to not feel that Dodger probably deserved it, even if he does get defensive of the man.
"You kill him here, and you're just giving him what he wants. I think it bothers me more than him most of the time," he says idly. "But we're not... it's not like that. I think he just likes that I call him Master," he says with a twitch of his lips. Which is maybe not entirely true, because there are moments, pieces- but when Dodger has so many romantic entanglements and so many where he seems to be willing to actually put the words, labels to it, and doesn't with Francis.. of course he thinks that he doesn't really matter as much.
He leans into him, rests his head against his shoulder. "For what it's worth, I think you're special."