[ the question makes him stall a little, just as he's about to ball up a piece of discarded fabric that at least looks like it's closer to clean than anything else in the area. ]
What makes you say that? [ in other words: yeah. maybe. but the words are a question and not an outright confirmation.
[ chuck nods by way of reply and wipes his palms over the fabric at his thighs. the sink- like most of their shoddy stand-in for a house, works, but it isn't pretty. they aren't exactly going for home & garden magazine, and he gets that. but the trouble with being a perfectionist is that the standards tend to run across the board. the hot water tap takes a few minutes to warm up. the cold comes out like a waterfall.
at least the pipes don't rattle. ]
Only come down here when the rest of 'em are out.
[ the words are quiet, which is as close to a truce as anything. there's a certain brand of confession in that as well. a modicum of understanding. chuck isn't the type to walk on eggshells. to play it safe, quiet, close to the chest for the sake of other people- and sure as hell doesn't do it for himself. but becket tries to keep out of sight the same way chuck does. like they could somehow make it easier on everyone around them. on their copilots. families.
like they could make death easier for the living.
chuck notices absently that the collar of his shirt is plastered to his chest and smells a little like burning plastic. hot metal. ]
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What makes you say that? [ in other words: yeah. maybe. but the words are a question and not an outright confirmation.
he looks over. ]
Does the sink work?
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at least the pipes don't rattle. ]
Only come down here when the rest of 'em are out.
[ the words are quiet, which is as close to a truce as anything. there's a certain brand of confession in that as well. a modicum of understanding. chuck isn't the type to walk on eggshells. to play it safe, quiet, close to the chest for the sake of other people- and sure as hell doesn't do it for himself. but becket tries to keep out of sight the same way chuck does. like they could somehow make it easier on everyone around them. on their copilots. families.
like they could make death easier for the living.
chuck notices absently that the collar of his shirt is plastered to his chest and smells a little like burning plastic. hot metal. ]