Chapter 13
by 
dndw
Do you tell him?
His is not to wonder why
"I have my reasons," you say. He clearly expects you to elaborate, but you quickly stare that thought out of his head. "These things are expensive. If you're going to fuck around with my property - literally, knowing you - I need to know I'll get it back." You maintain your glower, responding stoically. "No. You don't." Darryl opens his mouth to protest yet again, but stops, frowning. "Fine. But let's talk about what I do need..."