[it's the ultimate prize of serial killers, morticians, and kids who once realized they desperately wish they had the chance to be a paleontologist. that's the one that checks out the weird dead shit all day, right?]

[and it's his turn to open his eyes again, pausing on the light backrub, perking up immediately at the offer. Dave ... god. maybe try not to be the actual worst, and try not to act too excited over the idea of owning your boyfriend's finger in a jar?]

[no? well. this is just their normal now.]

Really?

[uh.] I mean.



........ Yeah, actually. But it's your finger, dude, so uh. I think if you'd rather keep it, you should.