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“Ey, I got so much I need to make up to you. I know I up and left, but my dad-- he..” These are excuses he shouldn’t be making. He fucked up, and now he needed to make things right again.
“I’m sorry, Kurt. For everything, man.”
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“You have to tell me why we are committing felony before we do it. Not saying that will stop us...but at least that way I have all the facts. Yes?”
“C’mon man, it’s only breaking and entering if we get caught. If we don’t get caught, then it’s breaking and entering...and leaving.”
Because breaking into Maggie and Paxton’s place in broad daylight was never going to be a good idea, no matter how he phrased it.
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What was it like working on the Pym job?
“Probably the most fun I’ve ever had on a job.”
A beat.
“We’re talking breaking into Pym’s house, right?”
How many nights had he and Luis laid in their respective bunks, talking about the jobs they were going to work when they got out? About how Scott was going to take him to the big time, show him how to get through any security system. The world was going to be their oyster.
Because prison had given him the diamond in the rough, a small time crook who was smart, and observant and had steady hands. All Scott had to do was teach him the rules to the big leagues.
“It was easy. Which is weird, because it’s never easy to come into someone else’s team. But Kurt and Dave and Luis, they’d already been working together. They had a rhythm. I was lucky they were willing to work me into it.”
Dave was…well, he was Dave. Completely dead eyed serious until he was laughing so hard that he squeaked, or sharing completely inane and ridiculous facts about musicians that Scott googled every time and was always surprised they were right.
Kurt was quiet, but ultimately accepting. Kurt was the guy Scott was worried about, the one he worked the closest with when it came to setting everything up. They had to be on the same page, and in a lot of ways, Scott expected to get attitude and hierarchy bullshit. Kurt treated him like an equal from the start.
Luis was…he was the challenge, as much as Scott won’t ever admit to it out loud. Because Luis was the one Scott had to impress. He had to show that he was as good as the reputation that proceeded him. That he was as good as his word that he was going to make Luis’ life so much better.
So there was pressure there. But it was the good pressure. The ego boosting, satisfying pressure that made him feel like a million bucks every time Luis would lean against the back of the kitchen chair and watch him work.
(Because everyone knows how much Scott likes to be watched when he works.)
“There was no machismo, no butting heads. You deferred to the guy with the most knowledge on the subject. It was a breeze.”
And as much as he tried to go straight, to be the 9 to 5′er that Maggie wanted and Cassie needed, it wasn’t who he was. Scott wasn’t good at a lot of things, but being a thief? He was great.
“It’s so much less nerve wracking to work with people you trust. I worked a lot of jobs alone, and it’s scary, not having anyone to watch your back. I trust those guys with my life. And hopefully they trust me that much, too.”
Hey if the job goes bad, you know I got your back, right?
It had settled some nervous, rusty part of him, that solemnity. Luis was a whole different man on the job. (And so was Scott, though he never really sees it when anyone says it.)
From there, it was a game. Hop the fence in the most dramatic way possible. Get in the house quick. Show off. Blowing the Carbondale wasn’t 100% necessary, but damn it looked cool.
Luis’ voice in his ear was low and intimate, and it left him with a warmth at the base of his spine that there was no denying.
The whole heist was foreplay.
“Hey, come on. You told me I can’t ask the guys at the bar if they top or not. So someone is going to have to explain this stuff to me.”
He drops from the grate in the ceiling, hitting the ground softly.
( continued from here )
Daaayuum. Put a brother on the spot and everything.
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Experience means romantic experience?
Yeah. Go figure, I wasn’t exactly Casanova.
