[ she knows. she knows everything about him, this place. she's a fucking private eye. he meets her eyes with a narrowed gaze, shaking his head. he doesn't think she does know. she knows the facts, maybe, but not the rest. those are the details he deals in, after all.
but if she wants silence, that he can do. maybe it's preferable after everything they've been through. he drops his phone back into his jumpsuit pocket, moving his gaze to watch their surroundings instead. it's all familiar, but different because of the company mainly. this trip has a feeling of finality he doesn't like. ]
no subject
but if she wants silence, that he can do. maybe it's preferable after everything they've been through. he drops his phone back into his jumpsuit pocket, moving his gaze to watch their surroundings instead. it's all familiar, but different because of the company mainly. this trip has a feeling of finality he doesn't like. ]
Where are we going?