<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The angry human walked towards his car without a look back.  He knew the demon was behind him, he just didn't want to talk to him.  In fact, he didn't want to talk to anyone.  He just wanted to be left alone.  Thoughts, <i>emotions, </i>were running through him, making his hands shake and his body feeling jittery.  He was overwhelmed with pain, sadness and relief.  Anger, fear and confusion made his thoughts muddled.  What were his?  What were someone else's?  He was overwhelmed and he just...<br/>
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He needed it to stop.<br/>
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He makes it to the car, somehow and tosses his bag into the very back.   When he turns around, his demon bonded is right behind him.  The brunette opened his mouth to say something and Dex held up his hand.  "Just get in the fucking car," he bitched.  Sure, he was still upset with the demon, but had he not been overwhelmed he probably would have taken it better, listened to him.  He just couldn't deal with anything now.<br/>
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He slams the driver side door behind him, only having to wait a few seconds before the brunette was beside him and he was pulling out of the parking lot.  The drive is remarkably quiet, considering Lucas's pension for talking and pretty soon he can start to calm down.  Well, not calm, but the extra emotions are fading until all he can feel his himself and Lucas.  He sags a bit as they drive, running a steadier hand through his hair.  He blinks, and when he looks up, something in the rearview catches his eyes.<br/>
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He blinks again.<br/>
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The blue creature in the back seat doesn't disappear.  Instead, its mouth widens in a grin, and Dex can see the drool drip off of them.  "Fuck," he shouts, hand going to the gun under his jacket and foot to the brake.  Before he can do either though, his world slips into darkness.</span></span>