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If he had to tell the truth, there's something about running guns that he likes. It's simple. It's clear. It's not clean, but clean was never much of a priority with him and just because he's slightly less of an asshole than he used to be, that's no reason to suppose he might go legit.
They get back to Miranda with no complications at all, unload the legal and the illegal goods with no problems, and he's almost suspicious about how easy it is. But what the fuck. He's got Neil with him, he's got plenty of cred to get them through the next however long with enough to make themselves comfortable if they want, and he no longer has to keep his own bed warm.
Maybe this living together thing could really work.
But there's still other complications in the background. Not bad ones. But there.
He touches Neil's shoulder as he steps down onto the docks behind him, scanning the passing crowd. "See him anywhere?"
They get back to Miranda with no complications at all, unload the legal and the illegal goods with no problems, and he's almost suspicious about how easy it is. But what the fuck. He's got Neil with him, he's got plenty of cred to get them through the next however long with enough to make themselves comfortable if they want, and he no longer has to keep his own bed warm.
Maybe this living together thing could really work.
But there's still other complications in the background. Not bad ones. But there.
He touches Neil's shoulder as he steps down onto the docks behind him, scanning the passing crowd. "See him anywhere?"