[It's perfectly logical, he thinks bitterly, to think that that person was entirely right about why Edwards hired him. After all, why would anyone hire someone like him for this kind of job? Some stupid-ass punk that got held back a year in high school and barely avoided being a dropout, who would've had a murder on his own hands if his brother hadn't tipped off the cops about what was going to happen that day, who was this close to being murdered in gang violence because of his own shitty decisions. It made a nice Hallmark movie, a troubled kid straightening out and working for the law, but that wasn't how the world worked. Of course he'd be a pawn in a greater game like this. They could probably have smelled the desperation on him when he was joining the academy.
He turns away, staring at his coffee this time. Nick is right here by his side, and yet he feels all alone in the world. He almost wishes he had the excuse of alcohol, so he'd feel less like he can't breathe and could just talk without having to think.]
...Thanks.
[A sip of his coffee, if only to occupy his mouth for a moment.]
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He turns away, staring at his coffee this time. Nick is right here by his side, and yet he feels all alone in the world. He almost wishes he had the excuse of alcohol, so he'd feel less like he can't breathe and could just talk without having to think.]
...Thanks.
[A sip of his coffee, if only to occupy his mouth for a moment.]
M'fine, though. I'll be out in a bit.