[Omar has moved on -- at this point, not only from Brandon, but from the man he was when he was with him -- but the pain, he's already realized, is never going to completely disappear. Not completely. Ricki says that and the memory comes instantly to mind, with an echoing tug at his chest. The last smile, the last kiss; he closes his eyes for a moment to catch a glimpse of it behind his eyelids.
He takes another draw on his cigarette to ease the ache and lets his other hand go still on Ricki's leg, fingers wrapping loosely around the side of his ankle, as if he's anchoring himself there -- although when he opens his eyes, he glances away for a moment, feeling a little guilty to be so overtly reminiscing about the old love in front of the new.]
[He pauses to clarify, reaching down to draw his fingers along Omar's, a soft reassurance. That's the strange thing about this- he knows. He really does know, and he somehow doesn't feel frightened.]
[He says, which is perhaps terribly selfish, except it's not his only answer.]
Or whoever's helped you most, last. Maybe getting Arthas the hell out of here. Maybe Baltimore, on the whole, just to make things a little better, a little less wild. I think deals are things that when they land in your hands, you don't have to wonder.
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[He takes in a slow drag off his cigarette, leaning back to exhale the smoke towards the ceiling.]
Guess Stringer and Avon was my Haydon, right? Maybe not quite so world-changing as all that, but it surely did shake things up in Baltimore.
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Do it for love. There's nothing greater in the whole world.
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He takes another draw on his cigarette to ease the ache and lets his other hand go still on Ricki's leg, fingers wrapping loosely around the side of his ankle, as if he's anchoring himself there -- although when he opens his eyes, he glances away for a moment, feeling a little guilty to be so overtly reminiscing about the old love in front of the new.]
What if you had two?
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[He pauses to clarify, reaching down to draw his fingers along Omar's, a soft reassurance. That's the strange thing about this- he knows. He really does know, and he somehow doesn't feel frightened.]
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[He doesn't quite look at him, but he lifts his fingers to touch Ricki's as they graze against his.]
What'd the second one be for?
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[He says, which is perhaps terribly selfish, except it's not his only answer.]
Or whoever's helped you most, last. Maybe getting Arthas the hell out of here. Maybe Baltimore, on the whole, just to make things a little better, a little less wild. I think deals are things that when they land in your hands, you don't have to wonder.