"Man, fuck Tevinter then." JW rested his bony fists on the table. It had been a while since he'd gotten good and riled up. He suddenly found himself feeling incredibly defensive of Krem. Sure he loved to flirt with the guy and he wanted to SQUEEZE THE ARM, but he'd also been a pretty darn good pal to him since that morning.

There wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop anyone coming after Krem though--which made him feel pretty useless. What was he supposed to do? Give them diabetes?

"I think your mother'd be real proud of you."

JW didn't know if this mother was still in the picture or not. But he liked to think she'd be beaming with pride. He could feel his heart beating in his ears.

"You don't have to worry about me running my mouth. It'd take more than a sandwich for anyone to get it out of me."