[He fights back a shudder and tries, very hard, not to think about Ricki dying something he would call a slow death. Not when he knows he can't take his gun and go blow Eggsy's head off, even though there's a split second where he wants to anyway. It's not a fair impulse, he knows: he likes Eggsy fine, even as uncomfortable as he'd been in his house, and he knows whatever memories Eggsy has aren't his fault.
But it goes without saying that torture does not sit well with Omar Little, and especially not when it comes to the man he loves.
He'll feel bad for Eggsy in a minute, truly. Right now, he forces it:]
Boy best have a deal coming his way.
[He knows the last breach had been bad for him, too, after all.]
Come on. Reason through it, don't feel it. That's the only thing there is to do, at a time like this. Anything else just makes it worse.
[Though that dispassion might pay for itself later, when this all good and sinks in for him down the road. But right now, in semi-public, Ricki is quiet and composed about the whole thing.]
[He lets out a soft, frustrated sound. He'd been trying to push himself to be compassionate for Eggsy instead of wanting to shoot him in the throat. Apparently, it hadn't worked that well, at least not outwardly.]
I mean, your boy had it rough these past couple times. Best have something worth staying for, to be sticking around through all this shit.
[He really, truly cannot think of a better word right now.]
[Says Ricki, surprised into rolling over to face him fully, to setting an arm around his waist and tangling their feet, close to nose to nose on the little cot.]
Thanks- yes. He really does.
[And for that, he steals a quick kiss, since no one is too near by.]
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[Observes Ricki, softly, lifting his own hand, spreading it, and looking at how very intact it is.]
Let's not talk about it- but it went slow.
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But it goes without saying that torture does not sit well with Omar Little, and especially not when it comes to the man he loves.
He'll feel bad for Eggsy in a minute, truly. Right now, he forces it:]
Boy best have a deal coming his way.
[He knows the last breach had been bad for him, too, after all.]
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[He says, with a long, tired sigh.]
Come on. Reason through it, don't feel it. That's the only thing there is to do, at a time like this. Anything else just makes it worse.
[Though that dispassion might pay for itself later, when this all good and sinks in for him down the road. But right now, in semi-public, Ricki is quiet and composed about the whole thing.]
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[He lets out a soft, frustrated sound. He'd been trying to push himself to be compassionate for Eggsy instead of wanting to shoot him in the throat. Apparently, it hadn't worked that well, at least not outwardly.]
I mean, your boy had it rough these past couple times. Best have something worth staying for, to be sticking around through all this shit.
[He really, truly cannot think of a better word right now.]
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[Says Ricki, surprised into rolling over to face him fully, to setting an arm around his waist and tangling their feet, close to nose to nose on the little cot.]
Thanks- yes. He really does.
[And for that, he steals a quick kiss, since no one is too near by.]
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'ayo, you thinking you wanna come home, maybe?
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Normally I'd say 'fuck 'em' and run, but let's face it, I'm not really in any shape to make a daring escape.
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Ain't like they can afford to be curbing my, you know, pro-social behaviors -- not if they concerned 'bout my rehabilitation.
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[He suggests, as he works his way gingerly to his feet. It's true; no one in their right minds would let him walk back to his cabin alone like this.]
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[He slips an arm under his shoulders, supporting him on his feet.]
I love you, but I don't know 'bout playing Kevin Costner all the way down eight floors.
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[But he leans into him, and manages to get walking, anyways.]