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Victor: "I'm sorry. He had new rules for me. I'm not to interfere if someone wants to screw you."

Crip blinks a bit, holding onto Victors shoulders for dear life.
So Red made this as a sort of punishment for Victor?
Crip: "I'm sorry. I should've just slept with someone."

Victor chuckles a bit.
Victor: "He would've made the punishment even worse if you had. He told me himself."

Crip: "O-oh.."
Victor: "But...I can still protect you, just not from sex."

Crip can't help but smile. Victor seemed happy about being able to follow him around.

Victor brings him home, and lays him in his bed.
Victor: "Need any help?"
Crip blinks a bit.
Victor: "With your clothes.."

Crip nods.
Victor sits on the edge of the bed, and tugs off Crips hoodie. Then his shirt.

Crip: "Victor..thank you."

Victor laughs a bit.
Victor: "For what? I helped him. Don't thank me little birdy."

There he goes calling him birdy again.

Crip: "Why do you keep calling me that?"

Victor: "You remind me of a little black bird. Your nose reminds me of a beak."

Was he making fun of him?

Crip: "You're weird.."

Victor chuckles again, unbuttoning Crips jeans.

Crip: "-but really, thank you."

Victor stops just as he unzips him, and looks down.

Victor: "You gotta stop doing that.."
Crip blinks again.
Crip: "Doing what?"
Victor: "Being so nice to me."
There's silence as Crip stares sadly at him.
Victor: "You called my name while he fucked you...you don't think that didn't make me wanna fuck you myself? You can't call me like that and not get it from me too."

Crip: "But you didn't."

There's a pause.

Victor: "I'm not cruel like them. I don't want to hurt you unless you want it. Tonight, you're exhausted, hurting. I wouldn't do that to you."

Crip can't help but smile. Victor was very kind. Scary, but kind.

Crip: "Thank you Victor."

Victor sighs, finishing stripping Crip completely down.

Victor: "Be safe tomorrow. I know things go back to normal, but if you need me, come find me. You don't have to wait two weeks."

Crip nods, curling up with his blankets.

Victor was odd.

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