[ As he takes a breath and a sip chase it down, Rafe waits. Has been waiting, really, for the inevitable question that'll follow. How much? It's the logical question for most people, the only thing that matters for them, the salient detail they want to hold onto above all others. The one thing Rafe has never actually given two shits about.
But Gene doesn't cut him short, doesn't butt in to hurry him along, and it's....something. Rafe prides himself on reading people— a necessity, regardless which job he was dealing in that day —and the genuine interest almost catches him off-guard. An ounce of tension eases off his shoulders as he leans back in his seat with half a shrug. ]
He had a pretty convincing pitch. I didn't even mind him tossing his kid brother into the job.
[ As if he hadn't been years younger than that "kid" brother. As if that kid brother were nothing more than a footnote and just as easily skimmed over. Irrelevant. Unnecessary. ]
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But Gene doesn't cut him short, doesn't butt in to hurry him along, and it's....something. Rafe prides himself on reading people— a necessity, regardless which job he was dealing in that day —and the genuine interest almost catches him off-guard. An ounce of tension eases off his shoulders as he leans back in his seat with half a shrug. ]
He had a pretty convincing pitch. I didn't even mind him tossing his kid brother into the job.
[ As if he hadn't been years younger than that "kid" brother. As if that kid brother were nothing more than a footnote and just as easily skimmed over. Irrelevant. Unnecessary. ]