1 – A Quiet Walk, A Loud Mind
The city was alive with Sunday afternoon ease—people strolling down sidewalks, couples sipping coffee at street cafés, the hum of distant traffic filling the air.
But for Heath, the world outside was background noise.
Because inside his head?
There was a storm.
He could still feel Daniel there, lurking just beyond the edges of his thoughts.
Not fighting.
Not screaming.
Just brooding.
Heath smirked to himself. Pissed that I won, huh?
At first, there was no response.
But Heath could feel him.
A weight. A presence.
Daniel was sulking.
Which, honestly, was kind of hilarious.
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2 – Poking the Bear
Heath took a slow breath and focused inward, pushing past the normal mental clutter until he found it—the space where Daniel lingered.
Come on, don’t be like that.
Silence.
But not empty silence.
More like a gritted-teeth refusal to engage.
Heath smirked. You gonna ignore me forever?
Nothing.
Just the faintest flicker of irritation.
Heath grinned wider. Wow. You’re really mad, huh?
A shift. A small movement in the back of his mind.
And then, finally—
Fuck off, Heath.
Heath laughed out loud, drawing a weird look from a passing jogger.
“Oh, so you can talk.”
Daniel’s presence tightened, like a coiled muscle. I don’t have shit to say to you.
Heath chuckled. “That’s a first.”
Daniel didn’t respond.
Which meant Heath had his attention.
Good.
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3 – The Weight of Defeat
Heath turned down a quieter street, hands in his pockets, voice low and casual, though he was speaking only in his head.
So, what? You’re just gonna mope in there forever?
Daniel bristled. Like I have a fucking choice.
Heath hummed. You do, actually. You could make yourself useful.
A sharp, bitter laugh echoed through his mind. Oh yeah? And what, exactly, does ‘useful’ look like?
Heath smirked. I dunno. You could give me some pointers. Teach me what you know.
Daniel scoffed. Why the fuck would I help you?
Heath shrugged. Because otherwise, you’re just sitting in here doing nothing. And that sounds boring as hell.
Daniel huffed. I’m not your pet demon, Heath.
Heath grinned. No. But you’re kinda stuck with me. So you might as well make the best of it.
Silence.
Daniel wasn’t arguing anymore.
Which meant he was thinking about it.
And Heath?
He was patient.
He’d already won.
Now, he just had to wait for Daniel to realize it, too.
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