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Bornes cocked his head slightly.
"Trying to find the man you wish you could be?" he would've snickered except he was trying to imagine a gay couple as Isiah had described it. And why would race matter?

If Isiah wanted someone more well built than himself, Bornes would shudder to think of meeting his boyfriend. Although, would that make Isiah the catcher? He grimaced at the thought. Isiah wasn't soft like that, was he? His green eyes couldn't help but look over and try to judge him again. Bornes was drawing blanks now.

Why did Isiah have to be so condescending? Just when Bornes thought he'd figured someone out, someone so simple turned into someone convoluted and more detailed. He closed his mouth in thought and wondered what Isiah was really like. He'd have all night to think about it anyway.

Isiah did get pretty excited about drinking... Perhaps he partied at bars. Bornes was no stranger to those. Though he didn't seem the type, he often wandered to the taboo fetishist bars and played around, acting like the big pimp at the parlor. It was something he did with the right amount of alcohol in him, but it was fun to play all the same. Part of him wanted to excuse himself that he was limited to those places explicitly because of his... Physical state. But he knew somewhere deep inside he probably only went there because he wanted to be reassured that all people were beasts of some type. And having people who actually weren't turned off by the... noises... he made while lusting didn't hurt at all. The first time he was with a comparatively normal person he'd frightened them off and had embarrassed himself. He had somewhat of a better control over it now. He cocked his head to the other side, trying to think of his own, actual, type of person he liked. Wanted to be in a relationship with.

He couldn't really think of one. His head sank slightly.
"I was never really interested in a long-term relationship. I don't think I could have one."

He narrowed his eyes. "But if I did have a type of person I liked for their partnering qualities I suppose maybe... Someone with intelligence, vigilance, similar interests of my own...Confidence would help as well."
He'd met girls with so little self-esteem and many girls with personality problems and those who wanted to kill themselves. He did appreciate being a role model somewhat, but he doubted he could be a lifetime partner with one. "Stable is a good quality," he added aloud in the afterthought.

His face went stark when he figured out what type of man that made him.
He wanted to marry himself. Jesus, Bornes. What a lameass. He gave out a disappointed sigh.

Bornes gave a slight hmph at being called a frenchie, but let it go. After Isiah was done with his responses, Bornes came back with, "Then it is a good thing I am not looking for a relationship, I suppose."

Bornes shifted the bag uncomfortably for a moment, before stopping and switching which shoulder it was propped on, rolling the recently released one with a few groans mixed with breaths of relief.

When he started to walk again he took his sunglasses from the top of his head and slid them onto his shirt collar, then cracking his neck slightly.

"Both sexes are just as easy to get a one night stand with though, right?" He turned to Isiah, forcing a laugh at his joke.
Bornes wanted to be friends with this man. He'd never had a real friend before. But at the same time, he was too afraid of being judged worse than he was. With the whole gay thing that just happened, he considered his recovery a miraculous one. If it even was a recovery. Hadn't he wanted to get the man back earlier?

He was confused.

Bornes turned to a serious tone, looking ahead.
"It doesn't bother you," his voice lowered in volume, "That we're all alone out here?"

Bornes quirked his head slightly. "I meant men must be just as easy as women to..." He shook his head. "Nevermind."

He sighed through his nose. "It's weird. I usually work alone but there's always people..." his head leaned toward the left, ".. Around. Watching." He looked down and kicked a pebble. "It's awkward. I never thought it would affect me this much."

He turned toward Isiah. "You really don't care?"

Bornes brows furrowed a bit, almost hurt. "I consider myself very human," he said softly. But he knew Isiah didn't mean it to be insulting. Or at least, Bornes hoped he hadn't meant it. This seemed like a bonding moment, so he let it slide.

"I'm a man of ritual." He looked up at the sky, his voice lowering again as his pace slowed. "I fear what freedom will do to me."

"I don't know," he said. He forced a chuckle, looking over to Isiah. "I've been taking orders in one way or another my entire life. I believe I'm only capable of adapting partially. Like a feral dog. They live out in the wild, but they still need to come back into town to steal dog food."

He sighed. "I suppose you are better company than the vault. But I think..." He narrowed his eyes, the green beginning to glow faintly in the short silence. "I think you are a much more resourceful man than I."

He took a few more steps before dropping the duffel down. "Now what do you say to taking a break for food?" he gave a brief grin before turning and digging around in the bag, his tail wagging idly. That tomato soup had failed him too quickly. He'd have to eat something more substantial if he didn't want to collapse.

Bornes dug through the bag, looking at various cans momentarily before shoving them aside as well and pushing further in.

Eventually he found some meatballs, and upon reading the label his tail immediately doubled the speed of its waving. Bornes' brows quirked, but otherwise there was no indication he had become excited. He looked over to Isiah.

"Where's your knife?"

He waited for Isiah to give him the weapon, but during the wait his body stiffened and his tail stopped. He leaned back as if in concentration, his eyes glowing their slight green as he did so. He went silent for a few moments, the can in his hand.

After a time, he frowned slightly. "Did you hear that?" he said. It sounded far off to him, and if it was far off for Bornes, Isiah probably wouldn't be able to hear it, but there was no harm in asking, he supposed.

Bornes waited a few moments before relaxing, almost as if defeated. He took the knife and plunged it into the can, trying to play off like he didn't care.

"Nothing, I guess."

He could've sworn he'd heard a howl, from a wolf or otherwise, but it must've been his imagination. If there were no people there certainly wouldn't be any large predators. Besides, wolves didn't live around here. It was the city. Or... it had been the city.

After he'd opened the can, he tried to wipe the blade the best he could on the ground. When that failed, he moved over and used the canvas on the bag to wipe the blade clean of tomato sauce, before handing it back to Isiah.

Once the weapon was returned, he removed the lid of the can with his fingers and then began to pry for his precious, precious protein.