[ Derek's glad for the kid, too. He briefly looks away when Dustin asks if he's got family here, and he considers just straight up saying "nah, my entire family burned to death except for the girl who got cut in half and the dude whose throat I ripped out", but he decides that maybe he shouldn't say that. Maybe he shouldn't say that? Maybe he shouldn't say that. To a thirteen year old. Maybe. ... Unless-- no, no. No. He doesn't say it. ]
Just me. [ He shrugs. He goes through the photos that come his way and his eyebrow slowly, slowly arches up. This is not a weird gecko? This is a sad, evil shrimp. The kind of thing you have to kill before it grows up and kills you first. ]
What... does it... eat? [ People, he's assuming. Dustin's talking about the radio and 1984 and Derek just. He just. No longer cares. ] You, uh. You sure this is a pet? Not something you want me to kill for you before it sprouts wings or incubates eggs in your brain?
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Just me. [ He shrugs. He goes through the photos that come his way and his eyebrow slowly, slowly arches up. This is not a weird gecko? This is a sad, evil shrimp. The kind of thing you have to kill before it grows up and kills you first. ]
What... does it... eat? [ People, he's assuming. Dustin's talking about the radio and 1984 and Derek just. He just. No longer cares. ] You, uh. You sure this is a pet? Not something you want me to kill for you before it sprouts wings or incubates eggs in your brain?