[Strong, agile freckled fingers fit so well with bigger, thicker Dimick ones. He can appreciate that right now. It was a very fleeting thought that he noticed putting his hand to the seat behind him to give the bleeding man something to clasp onto. It's a regular fucking lifeline.]

Baby.

[He licks his dry lips. Huff. May as well come on clean. Fingers curl tighter. He needs this connection.]

I ain't ever really been to a place like this before. I know what it looks like. I know what happens but... not first hand.

[His other paw is holding onto his beer it feels far cooler in his grip.]