Locklann had looked up in shock the moment his name was spoken in that way. He knew Nissim’s voice all too well and he knew what that tone in his voice meant, despite having no idea where this was going. Something was wrong, he knew that much. When Nissim continued to talk it started to make less sense, rather than more and although he tried to keep a rational mind about this– he must’ve misunderstood– he couldn’t really make himself believe it.
“What?” he asked, voice soft, like he didn’t actually want Nissim to hear it, so he wouldn’t need to hear the answer. “This? This?! You mean–”
He folded his arms to give himself something to do with his hands, squeezing his own biceps as he took another deep breath, deciding on what to say next. He really didn’t want to do this, and especially now his acting had been proven to be effective. He should have been a fucking actor or something. “Yeah.” He quietly answered, looking anywhere but at Locklann. If Nissim was going to unnecessarily hurt him, then at least he had to be able to deal with it. “I’ve told you, didn’t I? I mean… I always leave– all the time. I thought I would be able to stay– with you– but I just think I made that promise too soon, or something, because I’ve not really been feeling like I can truly be myself anymore.”
He was making it worse, Nissim knew, but was it truly a succesful dare if he told Locklann the truth this soon? “I think I should leave again.” He therefore said, knowing full well that this was complete bullshit. He was never going to leave. “I’m sorry.”