Question of Trust || Closed (Becker & Matt)
Things wet not easy when he returned to the A.R.C. Slowly things seemed to somewhat settle down, but it still left him reeling form that. He had seen himself. He had given himself a warning, perhaps they had changed his future. Perhaps they had just made it worse. And then all of it was for nothing. And he would have to just sit here and watch it all unfold. Maybe he had to go back to his own future, or further back in time. He could not tell, not yet at least. Somehow he could also still taste the dust in his mouth, felt it tingle in his throat, like he was about to cough on it majorly.
He went in search for one of his closest confidants in the A.R.C., the one he knew who would potentially have a hand in the future. At least that was what several records had said before. He wasn’t sure if would still be this way. He slowly approached the office just to find Becker annoyed. Honestly, he could not blame him.
“If by royally pissed you mean drunk? Well, I think we all deserve that today. So consider the ban lifted. For today.” At least form his side.
“I wish the anomalies would listen, or the creatures.” With the secret identities, he could help. His secret was essentially out after all. “Lets add scientists to that list, though, shall we?”
“Yes, I mean drunk.” Huffing softly, Becker shook his head. Unfortunately, he couldn’t actually get pissed beyond thought, as it was looking more and more like he was going to be scheduling himself for a double shift to give the lads who’d already worked a double time to get at least a kip in before having to come back on duty. But, the thought was a nice one while it lasted.
He leaned forward to rest his forearms on the desk in front of him, hands folded, and gifted his team lead with a tired smile. “Scientists have been on my list since I first met Nick Cutter. But, I’m pretty sure Connor would take offence at that and I think he’s suffered enough guilt for one day.”
Becker didn’t blame Connor. He knew Connor, knew he was just doing what he thought was right based on false information given to him by Philip Burton...who had been led astray by Helen Fucking Cutter. There wasn’t a malevolent bone in Connor’s body. He was just, surprisingly after everything, to trusting and naive for his own good. Knowing what that kind of guilt felt like, Becker wouldn’t do anything that more on his friend’s shoulders.
“I notice you’ve left off casualties, dire warnings, and secret identities from that list.” He studied Matt quietly, hiding his own conflicting reactions to the events of the last several weeks. After working together for nigh on a year, he’d developed a rapport with Matt he’d only had once before...with Danny. But, he was questioning that, now. And he didn’t want to, which is why his next words were flippant, hiding behind his usual sarcasm. “Another secret mission from the future you’ve been holding back from me until this moment?”