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Indie Ask/RP Ethan Winters sideblog to mcnomaniametus

[diedindulvey]

Ethan Winters

E-Series Variant

Dedicated Father

Complete fucking bisexual disaster

This is an rp/ask blog for Ethan Winters from the Resident Evil franchise. Side blog to mcnomaniametus. I constantly forget to tag things, but any ask meme is welcome to be sent no matter how long ago it was posted. We do not need to be mutuals.

Rules

Headcanons: 1, 2 more tbd eventually when I'm not lazy

Verses List:

Dead by Daylight

Pre RE:7

Deep Denial (7.5)

Shiner

Connections

Megamycete Memories

[which-ocs]

Which OC?

[diedindulvey]

@clairerevfield from here

"You're right, your home will never recover from the mess I've made." Ethan laughs softly, still a little sleepy and in a very good mood. He can over think and panic or regret later. Or he might never get to that point.

Or maybe Chris will punch him to death once he finds out. Not the greatest outcome, but laying on the floor mattress, seeing Claire look so comfortable and happy, it's well worth it. They both needed it; a break from the bullshit of their lives.

He gently lifts her hand from his chest to his mouth so he can kiss her palm. "Well, shit. I was hoping I'd sneak out of here and get some breakfast, but now I've gotta be a gentleman and ask if you wanna come with." He doesn't have a hangover, but years of habit from when he did get them is telling him to get something greasy and magical. Probably involving eggs. Or, if there's good chicken fried chicken. And eggs.

He sits up, looking around. He honestly didn't take in any details the night before, but he's pretty sure his shirt's out in the hall. And if Claire makes good on her threat to take it, he's absolutely going to see how well one of hers fits him.

[diedindulvey]

silas tosses a stray wheel bolt @ ethan

"can you cook?"

The bolt bounces off Ethan's head to land in his open palm. He blinks down at it, mumbling, "not with this, I can't." He pockets the small thing instead of even considering tossing it back. Ethan's now.

"I can make a bunch of real good shit from scratch, though; as in, I scratch my ass and open a box." Ethan Winters really is a 'put something frozen in a microwave/oven/air fryer' kinda guy for most things. "The times I've tried following directions from, like, Pinterest recipes have gone pretty well, though. If that counts."

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

[gayhockeyshow]

Hey…. Hey… Characters covered in blood, okay? You remember characters covered in blood?? You used to love characters covered in blood

[diedindulvey]

//.....brain, with no warning: Ethan should have an achievement pop up called 'plow the red fields' because he... each of the siblings... he...

[stagborne]

Perhaps Will doesn't fully know what he welcomes. In the end, if he had, it wouldn't alter the outcome. He would accept him as he was because some part of him profoundly empathized with Ethan. And he saw someone who looked at Will and didn't see the most fucked up thing in the room. Those things mattered too.

The horrific part is Will can clearly see exactly which strings he needs to pluck with Ethan. A part of Will is benevolent, and the other part is ready to exploit it.

"Today? Now?" Will breathes because fuck, the other was really going for it. He was leaving a door for Will as best as he could to find his way out. Will plainly has more to lose between them. His job, his home, his dog- he lets out a small, shaky sigh as his mind tries to develop some game plan that makes fucking sense for them. Okay, they get away and then what? They'd need money, and he could liquidate his assets. There was the matter of changing their apperance to some capacity, so state surveillance didn't pick them up amidst their getaway. Then his dog? How long until someone noticed they were gone, he wonders? "Besides the fact I am the cops too." Will sighs again because he didn't trust them either. Perhaps had there not been evidence of severe corruption.

"I promise I will go with you, but I cannot just leave my dog." It was the only authentic tie to his home. It was being cared for by a colleague who taught at the academy with him. "I can get my dog, some money, we can grab some supplies. It's better than running off haphazardly, no plan, Ethan." You'll die, he wants to say, but he swallows it.

[diedindulvey]

"You're different." Will lived through the horrors with Ethan. He knows what Ethan went through; lived through it as well. Of course he's different. No one else can understand and no one else can be trusted.

Every part of Ethan wants to go. Some part of him is tempted to agree; to stand back and let Will go get whatever the fuck he wants and just be gone by the time Will's finished. But he can't do it. He already knows he can't do it. At this point, even if Will changed his mind, could Ethan quiet the need to sink claws into the other man and never release him? Doubtful.

He chews his lip, considering. Planning is hard for Ethan, who usually can only go forward with nothing but blind faith that things will work or that he'll deal with things not working. It would be better to let Will come up with something. Will's smarter than Ethan about these things. His asks aren't that terrible. Let him retrieve his dog. Let him get some cash. Let him guide them somewhere safer than here.

"You're different from the cops, and you're right." He turns his head to huff against Will's neck. "Fuck it, fine. We'll get your dog and whatever else you want." He doesn't move to actually let go of Will or get moving anywhere. "We'll steal a car. Head for your dog. Then go somewhere else. Together. If you really don't want to be rid of me, then you won't be rid of me. We'll go together. Besides," he snorts a soft laugh, "if your dog is gonna be traveling with us, I guess it'll be best if I meet him sooner rather than later. Him? Her? Your dog." He almost wants to say 'our dog', but it feels a step too far before he's even met the animal.

[leonkennedy9642]

Leon offers a wry smirk. "No bullshit." He's not sure if that holds much weight, he's still essentially a stranger to the man. Though Ethan is immediately all-in. He matches the new pace and true to his word, both of them walk through the checkpoint without so much as a badge check.

Normally this kind of brazen walk out would see Ethan piled on by security. No one really talks about the loss of freedom that comes after, as if surviving something they never asked for wasn't enough.

"Whatever you want, consider it my treat. I'm assuming the food here is... something." Leon knows their situations are like comparing apples and oranges. But he sure would have liked someone to take him out for a walk in Wrenwood instead of tightening the proverbial collar around his neck. If he reaches back into his memories he can recall screaming after Sherry, promising her that everything would be okay while he was hauled into a helicopter. He was flown straight to a military base, something that always stuck out in his mind because he was still covered in filth and sporting a bullet wound. Took them hours to send him out to a military hospital while his details were ironed out.

He glances sidelong to the other man. Of course he already had his nose in Ethan's file but words on paper really don't do justice. In all honesty, he's pleasantly surprised. There's still a spark. "Have you tried imagining returning to your old life yet? You know. The old job. Old neighbourhood."

[diedindulvey]

"We can get food, too?" It's something soft and almost reverent. He'd been too excited for food from the moment he got Mia's email all the way through the drive. Then, at the Baker residence, he hadn't eaten. Everything was fucking disgusting, he wouldn't've been able to stomach a bite even if he had been hungry. Too busy running for his life for that. And now? The food is safe and not rotted or made of fucking people. But It's that same bland health shit that can only come from, like, a school or government or some shit. Half the time Ethan looses his apatite just looking at it.

Or maybe it's because sometimes he looks at food and sees the shit the Bakers tried to feed him.

Maybe what he needs is a decent burger. Or pizza- fuck, Ethan misses pizza. He's practically drooling just thinking about it, which is probably super pathetic. Especially in front of a super cool guy like Leon who can just walk them off base like it's fucking nothing.

Ethan tries to recover his dignity, clearing his throat and shoving his hands in his pockets like this is no big deal. "I mean, if you're buying. I could go for a bite to eat or something. Any burger places around?" Super cool.

His dreamy smile at the thought of food slips slightly at the next question. He can't say he hasn't thought about it. From the moment he was picked up in the helicopter he's thought of little else. But every day it feels less and less likely that he'll just go home. As if he's being punished by the BSAA for doing their job for them and taking care of Eveline and the fucking mess she made.

"I've tried, yeah. In between trying to figure out if there was a way I could've kept any of this from happening to Mia, wondering if we're both gonna be locked up forever so we don't tell anyone what we saw. Or maybe instead of secret jail forever it'll be some psych ward, so if I do start talking they'll just think I'm crazy. Or-" Ethan sucks in a deep breath and lets it out as a sigh, "I can't tell anyone shit if I'm dead."

Maybe that's why he was able to walk out so easily with Leon. Because he's going to take Ethan out somewhere and kill him. Make it look like an accident or an animal attack. His shoulders slump slightly. "For the record, if you kill me before we get food, I'm gonna haunt your ass forever."

[greedything]

@diedindulvey [ x ]

His mind is clouded with Ethan's thoughts as well as his own, it's hard to tell which came first but it hardly matters now. The need amplifies, the desire compounds on itself. The only thing that would make it better would be if Ethan stopped holding back those beautiful moans he's trying so hard to stifle.

The Duke raises the tip of his finger to Ethan's mouth, trying to prise his jaws open. If he needs something to bite he's got all of the Duke right here.

"There." He wipes some blood from Ethan's lip and licks the tip of his finger clean. "Save those pretty lips the damage, hm?"

The Duke's voice is breathy. Much like Ethan, he could probably get off just from this, from being ridden and rutted against. Especially when Ethan's got such wicked fantasies dancing through his head.

"I won't lie, I thought you were going to say something about mittei, or maybe roast pork..." He wheezes out a short laugh. "That works too, of course. It's yours if you want it."

[diedindulvey]

Ethan's mouth opens for the Duke's finger, eager to kiss and lick at the digit until it's pulled away. He's left panting, hips still rutting shamelessly against the merchant. He doesn't want to stop long enough to reposition himself, but at the same time fuck does he want the Duke to fuck his throat.

Reluctantly, he forces himself to stop humping the other man's thigh. Delayed gratification; Ethan knows it's worth it. He's panting as he slides off the Duke so he can settle between his legs, knees on the hard wood of the caravan.

It's warm; a background thought Ethan notices as he takes what he's asked for. He's nestled between the Duke's legs and under his stomach, surrounded in a way that feels safe, licking and kissing along the Duke's length before he takes the other man into his mouth, easing him deeper and deeper. His greedy moans are muffled more completely than simply biting his lip could do, but he's sure the Duke can feel them.

[unhalloweds]

The captain huffed a laugh at the poor attempt; he’s not entirely sure if he’s laughing at Ethan or the fact that he hasn’t thought to put his body to work in this way since middle or high school. Though, perhaps that was a flaw of his own mind and functionality; their lives were vastly different, and from their files on Ethan, his day job didn’t necessarily call for him to be able to lift much of anything over fifty pounds. Even fifty seemed like an exaggeration; he’d give some grace and maybe call it a solid thirty on a good day. 

Chris’s life was not in any form similar to that, and their day to day activities absolutely reflected that, even beyond the obvious. 

“Yeah, I feel like that may even be an insult to yoga, too.” He’d quipped, a bare tug of his lips curling them upwards. If there was one thing he’d been thankful for in the entire ordeal, it was the swift de-escalation that staff from Ethan pushing him, to the man now doing push ups before him. It was clear to Chris that the guy needed to blow something off, whether it’d been steam in the form of yelling or something physical to release that energy. 

He knew that sensation and override all too well— adrenaline. Mostly because he was certain that if Ethan had been of any sane or rational mind, he wouldn’t have pushed Chris. But then again, it wasn’t like he knew everything about him. A file only went so far into the intricacies of what made someone a person; their address and place of work didn’t really give him details on how they operated around other people. 

Maybe Ethan was this stubborn and determined— the entire incident in Dulvey was almost forced to prove that theory as a fact.

As Ethan sits himself rather than attempts another version of what his mind thought was a push up, the conversation dwindled itself into a silence that Chris had almost been ready to excuse himself from. He’d initially come just to check on Ethan, make sure that he wasn’t driving himself into total insanity— so far he seemed back to… some semblance of normal. 

Just as Chris shifted himself forward, lips parted with some form of relief dancing on his tongue, Ethan’s request met his ears instead. 

Why don’t you show me a proper one? I’ll do twice as many.

Chris let his brows rise upon his features. Was this guy serious? He needed to stop asking himself that. At this point, Chris wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from the inconsistent and unpredictable nature of this man. 

“Twice as many? Alright, I’ll hold you to that.”

From where he’d been ready to push from, he continued the motion but let his jacket fall from his shoulders as well, leaving him in a standard t-shirt hidden beneath the material. “My advice? Keep your ass down and keep your palms under your shoulders. Might help you in the future.”

He didn’t waste time in showing this position; after pushing his chair back in, he’d kept a simple distance between him and Ethan before letting himself prop down on his knees. Both hands came forward to collect and brace the weight of his upper half before his legs followed out behind him. “Wanna position yourself like you're standing. Keep everything as straight as you can.” Under the width of his shoulders were both hands, while his back and legs retained an equal height with each other once he’d dipped himself down for one. 

“Fifteen’s the number.” He could’ve called it at ten and knew that Ethan wouldn’t be able to match that— or do the alleged double to his count. After his first release into the ground, the rest came with a well practiced precision, one following the next with fluid movement. 

On the final dip down, Chris held himself in the lower half of the position, keeping his chest only inches from the floor for a few seconds as he brought his features up to toss a confident smirk at Ethan. “And…” He’d pushed himself up, going through the whole movement of bringing himself back on his haunches to sit. “Fifteen. So that’s what, thirty for you?” 

[diedindulvey]

Ethan half expects that he'll get something along the lines of 'yeah right' or some shit before being left alone. It's not like they both have all the time in the world. Ethan does; he has nothing but time and waiting until he can go home. Or until he ends up with a bag over his head and a bullet ripping through his brains. Or locked up in some small, little cell in some site that doesn't have an official name and isn't on a map. Whatever the BSAA do with people who see shit they're not supposed to. But he knows Chris isn't in the same situation. Chris has obligations and places to be. Probably.

So color the Texas surprised when his challenge is actually accepted. It's almost as good as the cigarette to see the soldier look amused. He even got a laugh. After all the horror and fucked up shit Ethan saw, and with all the unknowns, it's good that at least someone is laughing. It makes him smile.

Ethan watches, walking around a bit to get a view from different angles. Not just because, damn. Chris is what heroes look like. Solid. They don't look like Ethan, which might be why Dulvey went so fucking poorly. He tries to take note of the posture. It looks easy when Chris does it. Down and up without so much as a grunt of effort or breaking a sweat. And if Chris can do it, Ethan can do it. At least, that's what he tells himself.

"Yeah, thirty." He's not gonna insult the other man with some 'wow, brains and brawn' over simple multiplication, so he gets into position instead.

It feels weird only because when was the last time Ethan actually did one of these? And was his form good or piss poor back then? Jam upwards of thirty kids into a gym class with a teacher who doesn't give that much of a shit and there's not much form correction going on. Which means this might be his first actual, proper push up. A fucking crazy thought to have for a guy who has fought monsters and had two different limbs cut off and put back on.

"Like this?"

It's not perfect; there's some minor adjustments he has to make, but eventually Ethan gets it. Now all he has to do is copy what Chris did; down and up. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. For the first two. It doesn't take much more after that before it's hard, hard, lemon hard. The movement is foreign and for some fucking reason he keeps holding his breath for the actual push up, which means he's letting it out in a rush and trying to suck air in on the way down before his breath catches again on the way back up.

He ends up laying on his stomach, hands still ready to push up again, practically gulping in air. "Gimme a sec, and I'll get the other, uh, fuck. Nineteen." He holds his breath and does one more before practically collapsing down. "Eighteen." It's not much, but he's proud. "Another couple days of being stuck here and I'll be hitting thirty no problem. Not as good as getting to go home," maybe starting a family, and fuck knows where that thought came from, "but fuck it. It's something."

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

"Most of us have: you cannot survive in the world we run parallel to and not stare through the veil at least a couple of times." If one weren't familiar with him, it might have come across like he were teasing a little. There in abrassive nature to the way he replies that he has known to be translated into a bitter flavour of sarcasm. But he is serious. Behind the mask that conceals his every expression, he is calm as ever.

He lifts his chin, tilting his head towards the ceiling as if considering the question.

"To others? Yes, I would assume that who you are and what you are capable of is frightening. You are a being of no easily discernible explanation and capable of things that most human's in this world only reserve for the fanciful imagery they see on film and television. To most, you are indeed quite the monster." He folds his arms over his chest. Standing as if the two of them are overseeing a worksite: colleagues chatting at the edge of an incomplete project or unfinished building. "I have seen many monsters in my lifetime. Enough to know that men are more terrifying, and that nothing fazes me much anymore." He sighs, shaking his head ever so slightly.

"You are asking for fear from the man commonly associated with death. It would be a steep order to scare me."

[diedindulvey]

Ethan just grunts softly as he listens. He's not sure if he wants to roll his eyes or just bite the mercenary. In the end, a little bite wins out. Nothing actually violent. Nothing meaning to hurt the other man. Just something annoyed. "Yeah, yeah; men are the greatest evil and the most dangerous game."

Which isn't wrong. Nature may have made the megamycete, but it didn't make Eveline and it didn't make Miranda cause all the bullshit she caused. It just sat there until humans found it and fucked things up. Which may or may not be true. Fucked up things happen in nature, too. Brain fungus ants and shit.

"Maybe this is why you're here on babysitting duty. You've seen death and can't feel fear or whatever, so I'm not gonna be able to scare you into helping me, or into just turning your back while I fuck off. That's scary, right? That's gotta scare you."

[deanwinchesterapologist]

something either is or isnt happening to me

[prctctype]

Zeno blinked for a moment. He had never met Piers but he had seen the soldier’s files. Zeno was still very new to Ethan’s brand of humor but he was trying to understand it.

At the suggestion of clothing, it was like a veil fell off. Zeno’s blue eyes noticeably sparkled as he forced himself to suppress the emotions that dogged him since creation.

“ I’ve…..tried my hand at designing clothing. The Connections never let me explore it and they made me dress the way they wanted.

…….Can I show you some sketches?”

Zeno’s voice took on a wary edge. He hadn’t shown anyone his drawings….not since he revealed his secret wants and desires to Victor Gideon….

[diedindulvey]

For a quick moment it seemed like Zeno was about to show an actual personality. Something that was him and not whatever the Connections forced him into being. Ethan doesn't know the first thing about fashion or design, but he's happy to encourage that spark of personality.

"Yeah. Maybe we can find something in your style to wear. Or, I dunno, get you some fabric and whatever else you need to make stuff."

[syrenki]

there is something within me that i would like removed

[leonkennedy9642]

Leon isn't ignorant. He realises the inherent danger of the situation, but he doesn't fight it. He should fight and he should want to fight, instead he's surrendering without so much as a little push back. In his mind, he and Ethan will quarantine somewhere together after the fact, and everything will be fine.

It certainly doesn't help he holds a pre-existing attraction to Ethan. He could try reason away his selfishness as a natural progression of the tension between them. He's a man people can rely on, even at their most vulnerable... usually.

Leon's fingers drive harder into Ethan. He's hot and bothered. Where cloth is stripped from his body, it reveals a fine sheen of sweat, Ethan will be able to taste the salt on his lips as he ravishes him. It isn't enough to fuck Ethan on his fingers, no matter how hard, how fast, it isn't satisfying the feverish need that's gripping him.

He removes his fingers from Ethan's entrance with a weakened little groan. His cock throbs heavily as he grabs Ethan's shapely ass in both hands, dragging him closer, grinding his clothed groin to Ethan's nakedness. Not enough. Not what he needs.

Leon exhales hotly. Forces his hands away from the siren-call grinding up on him, marking him up in heavy sucks. He works to strip the loosened clothes, his holster falls in a dangerous clatter, his vest and his button-up follow quickly.

His hands can't stay off Ethan for long. He rolls them, pinning the other man to the wall. His hips dance forward. Still not it. His hands are forceful in the way he turns Ethan and drives him against the wall. He's messy, barely positions Ethan to brace before his hands grab the man at his hip, his other hand snaking to Ethan's chest. Pulling, shoving, forcing him to arch for him.

Leon growls in his own impatience. It isn't Ethan's fault or doing, it is his own. His hands leave Ethan again. There's a rushed sound of Leon's belt undoing, a harsh shift of fabric coupled with a hiss as Leon fists his own cock. He's so hard that he aches for this. He pumps his length once, nudges himself to press against Ethan with a desperate whine clinging onto his breath.

The slick works against him initially. Leon grits his teeth and presses slower than he would like, quick movement makes him slip. Slowly, painfully slowly, Leon's cockhead presses at Ethan's entrance. That pressure gives and Leon spreads Ethan around him until they're almost fully joined.

Shivering out, Leon shoves himself bodily into Ethan. His hands are upon the other man without purpose, heavily grabbing onto him as he moves his hips. Closer, closer, he works slowly as he finds the best angle to fuck Ethan, to forge as deep with him as he can. He accidentally gives Ethan time to adjust to the harsh changes, because sadly he isn't being considerate, he's being methodical.

[diedindulvey]

It isn't so much that Ethan can smell the way Leon's body is reacting to the spores as he can taste it. In the sweat on Leon's skin and the way he can't seem to decide if he would rather touch Ethan or undress himself. The asset is happy to keep touching Leon while the other blond undresses, nuzzling and sucking and licking along his heated skin.

He eagerly grinds himself against Leon; his own cock is full, twitching at the friction of rutting against Leon's pants. It feels good, but it's not enough. He groans, frustrated, and bucks his hips. He needs more. He needs Leon. He bites gently at the man before sucking roughly at his skin. "Leon-"

Ethan whines when he's flipped, disappointed that he can't keep tasting Leon's skin, but his instincts have him easily accepting how he's positioned with his ass presented. "Hot- Leon-" Ethan is a panting mess; his body is aching and too, too empty. Too hot. He needs Leon so badly he's near to tears. "Please- hot-" It's hard for him to remember words, hard to think anything beyond his need.

He tries to encourage Leon, pressing his hips back without realization that he's making it harder for the agent to breech him. Ethan growls softly in frustration until he feels the delicious burn of being stretched. It's easier than it should be; his body redesigned to accept Leon's cock into his wet heat.

Ethan pants as he rocks back, finding rhythm with Leon and coaxing him deeper. Instinct and chemicals helping ease any discomfort into pleasure. His walls squeeze around Leon, practically sucking him in deeper. The stretch and drag of being full; it's perfect. It's what he needs. His world and thoughts narrowed down the the connection between him and Leon, and the deep ache that he knows will be satisfied soon enough.

One hand remains braced on the wall, but the other drops to wrap around his cock. Ethan groans, trying to rock back against Leon and buck into his own fist, caught between two pleasures that aren't enough. Nothing but fulfilling his instincts and satisfying the empty ache inside of him will be enough. On some level, Ethan knows this, but he doesn't stop trying to jerk himself to completion.

[grace-of-gotham]

"Oh, brilliant, thank you." Grace accepted the cup greatfuly and sighed as she took a tentative sip. "Perfect. Thanks. What did you get?" She asks curiously, nodding as he tells her his order.

"Ah yeah. I'm an emergency medicine doctor." It was best to get that out of the way. Probably. It was still strange to her, as someone who had grown up in the slums of the city, that the job she had worked so hard for was off-putting for some people. Her mom said that if her success threatened someone then it was their problem not hers, but it still didn’t feel great. "Keeps me pretty busy, but every day is different."

"Are you working at Gotham General? I heard they were doing something fancy with the computer system. What kind of project is it?" Grace sits forward to try and wrap her head around a field she has no knowledge in.

"Gotham is an... interesting city. I'll say that much. But how are you finding it so far? The cold and rain hasn't put you off too much I hope. Do you live far away?" Was he just looking for a quick fling while he was in town? Every answer had her wondering more about him.

[diedindulvey]

Sometimes it's easier to just listen. Ethan can't say anything too stupid if he's listening, smiling and nodding along. It's a lot to take in. There's something refreshing about being told so much so quickly. Mia wasn't always so open and forthcoming with him. In fact, he was sure there were a lot of things she was never honest with him about. Not that he'll ever really know now.

"Emergency medicine sounds stressful." The most he knows about it comes from watching Scrubs reruns when he was younger, which Ethan doesn't think is representative of the profession. "Maybe people don't say it, but I'm sure anyone that shows up in your ER thinks your a hero."

He leaves his newer drink close by, opting to actually finish off the one he was sipping while waiting. Waste not and all that. "If you're working at Gotham General, maybe our project will help you. Hell, maybe we can meet up for lunch some time. It's looking like a pretty big project, so I'll probably be in town for a while." With the option to work remotely, but if he's got reason to actually visit the hospital, he may as well.

"Basically, uh," he isn't sure how to describe it without using so much jargon it's unintelligible for her, or by simplifying it so much it's patronizing- something Mia used to point out. Lovingly, but with a little exasperation. "There's still a lot of old paper files around. When they were moving to digital systems, I don't think anyone realized exactly how much infrastructure was needed. I mean, physically, yeah, but also digitally. They finished all the hardware stuff, so what I'm working on is making sure backlogs and new data can be both securely stored and accessible to people who need it.

"Originally the plan was to build on what was already in place, but, uh," he laughs nervously, idly tapping his finger against his cup, "the system was kinda shit." He isn't even going to get into that. "At this point it'll be easier to start from scratch and transfer the data over once I'm done."

He shrugs, a chagrin smile on his face, "So it'll be a bit before I can head back to Texas." Something his mother-in-law is going to be thrilled to find out. "I'm staying with family up here, though. Guess they have a little more time to talk me into staying."