[ Faraday brings up both hands, scrubbing his face, as if that alone could fix things, could uncoil the strange knot twisting in his stomach.
He had spent so much of his life being so sure about himself, about how he conducted himself. Make a quick buck by parting idiots from their cash – because if they were smarter, they would have seen right through him. Fuck and drink and laugh, because who the hell cares? Take easy jobs, now and again, if money was tight.
Taking a job from a bunch of hapless bastards living on the wrong plot of land should've been more of the same. The money was good. The job was suicidal. It should've been fun. It should've been easy.
And then Emma Cullen appeared, threw a giant wrench into the simple workings of his life. ]
So, what— [ His hands drop from his face. ] I stick around? Wait till you get sick of me?
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He had spent so much of his life being so sure about himself, about how he conducted himself. Make a quick buck by parting idiots from their cash – because if they were smarter, they would have seen right through him. Fuck and drink and laugh, because who the hell cares? Take easy jobs, now and again, if money was tight.
Taking a job from a bunch of hapless bastards living on the wrong plot of land should've been more of the same. The money was good. The job was suicidal. It should've been fun. It should've been easy.
And then Emma Cullen appeared, threw a giant wrench into the simple workings of his life. ]
So, what— [ His hands drop from his face. ] I stick around? Wait till you get sick of me?