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You know what’s an exaggeration? Swearing yourself off of any interaction outside of work, big or small, for seven damn years. If it’s ten, however, that... that’s believable. How, you ask?
Easy. It shows when he poses the following question:
“So... bodyguard?”
You know someone for practically their whole life and talk to them like that? Alright, fucking A. But so what? It doesn’t hurt to start now... knowing someone. Getting to, anyway.
Ozen isn’t drunk. At least on his usual, bottle of chardonnay in one hand a courtesy of Sana from just last month. “I’ve seen you around for ages, friend.” He smiles a little loopy, raising his glass with his other hand to motion to him. “Think I kinda trust you...” Mumbles a little something like, “I mean then again, trusted Dorj for twenty-five years straight...” blah, blah, blah. He pours another one out, offering the rest of the bottle to Taash. “Loosen up a little if you’re not on duty.” If that’s how this works.
