Agreed. [Vander's large shoulders shrugged like this was a perfectly normal topic of conversation. He even sounded as agreeable as the word he intoned. Conversational even.] What would it require to get you back like that?
[His expression remained curious, contemplative, but his eyes showed no interest in the fulfillment of that question. They had both caused the loss of everything they had been, him first then Silco. Both of them had suffered losing everything at the hands of each other, and he had no interest in striving for that regardless of his reasonable nature. If it had just been Lanes, he might, but his kids? No, he'd sooner put Silco back in the Pilt than entertain a scenario where he allowed the older man to cover his back like that.
He also didn't move. Not a single inch. The most that could be said about his current position was that he flexed his biceps as he leaned a little more on the weight of where his arms were resting on the wall.
The threat wasn't a bluff, he knew. Silco had never been the type to make a threat that the other man wasn't perfectly willing to carry out. He made a point of sucking a drag on his cigarette still hanging between his lips, the cherry end lighting up in a silent returned threat. Sometimes it was not saying the reply that made it a more potent response.]
The longer you dodge actual honesty, the longer I sit in your lap. This could be over, but things are never easy with you. The path of least resistance is just a weakness for you, I suppose.
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[His expression remained curious, contemplative, but his eyes showed no interest in the fulfillment of that question. They had both caused the loss of everything they had been, him first then Silco. Both of them had suffered losing everything at the hands of each other, and he had no interest in striving for that regardless of his reasonable nature. If it had just been Lanes, he might, but his kids? No, he'd sooner put Silco back in the Pilt than entertain a scenario where he allowed the older man to cover his back like that.
He also didn't move. Not a single inch. The most that could be said about his current position was that he flexed his biceps as he leaned a little more on the weight of where his arms were resting on the wall.
The threat wasn't a bluff, he knew. Silco had never been the type to make a threat that the other man wasn't perfectly willing to carry out. He made a point of sucking a drag on his cigarette still hanging between his lips, the cherry end lighting up in a silent returned threat. Sometimes it was not saying the reply that made it a more potent response.]
The longer you dodge actual honesty, the longer I sit in your lap. This could be over, but things are never easy with you. The path of least resistance is just a weakness for you, I suppose.