❛ ━━ ITS NOT THAT I DON’T…. ❜ clear distress written on face, the twitch being grabbing the packet of cigarettes from pocket, they tasted cheap - but in a place like this, it was like tasting champagne in an upper class neighborhood in the suburbs. eyes darting back to his younger brother, ❛ ━━ WORKING WITH RAFE ISN’T A BAD IDEA. risky…maybe, but not bad. he wont back stab us, he needs us just as much as we need him. besides what other choice do we have??? ❜
“You kiddin’ me? Working with Rafe sounds like a terrible idea, in fact it’s the worst idea that you’ve had inside this god damn prison, Sammy!” He crosses his arms, shifting his weight to one foot. “Yeah, he needs us for now. The second we find Avery’s treasure? We’re as good as dead. We can’t trust this asshole, I’m tellin’ you!”
Okay, maybe he was biased against Rafe. But, fuck that guy. Nate had no inch of trust for him at all. He presses his lips together for a moment before taking a step closer to his brother, unfolding his arms and gesturing to the two of them. “I say, we get the hell out of here and go find this thing ourselves. We can beat him if we do this together, Sam. I know we can.”