wasted years wasted gain

“Ha ha… yeah. Listen, I’m gonna dislocate most of my hand to get out of these cuffs. Can you, I dunno, make a noise or something so nobody hears?”

“It’s a bone. I’m sure everyone in the vicinity has heard much worse sounds.” 

“That’s distinctly untrue. Have you considered, Butch, that maybe I’m not this abrasive authority figure? That maybe I’ve put on my ‘mysterious ONI spook’ persona because I’m still unsure as hell if you freelancers are friend or foe?”

“Indecision doesn’t excuse violence.” Butch snapped back immediately. “And by now, most of us are certainly your foes.”

“Bullshit. I fill spaces of uncertainty with violence- it’s how I’m still here. Inaction gets you killed. Any decent soldier understand that.” He’s… not pleased, to say the least

“No. Inaction on a battlefield will get you killed. But here?” He snarled. “Here you’re on a ship. It’s not a battlefield. You’re acting like we’re supposed to be chess pieces on your little board and getting upset because we’re not.”

"You hit me with a snowball." Butch chuckled at her expression in the photo, running a hand over the picture. "Then we had a snowball fight. I think... by the end we were soaking wet and we had a cold the next day."

“I believe you, but hugs are nice regardless.” Butch looked up at him, smiling a little. “And you’re a great hugger, too, so that helps.”

“You will not sweet talk me into forgetting to ask you what’s wrong. Not today.” He pressed a kiss on Butch’s forehead before looking back down at him. “You’ll just have to compliment me later.”

"I promise, Reggie, nothing's wrong." Butch's smile almost wavered, but he forced it to stay.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

{₩}– “No need to be sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

"Well, it's not like you need to be paying attention. As far as I know, it's everybody's relaxation time."

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”