Honestly, strangling Darlene had just become very tempting. He'd done his best to make sure that John had no idea what unsavory things he actually was both to protect himself but also the kid just in case, you know. But there Darlene just completely fucking blew it.
He didn't even bother to say anything, rubbing his hands over his head and trying to keep his thoughts from spiraling completely out of control. How the fuck could she'd been so careless to just say some shit like that in front of someone she didn't know. It's not like the shit they were in was child's play.
If Darlene weren't my sister, I probably would lose it right now.
Luckily, the family bond means something to me.
Elliot finally turned away from the two, his hands still on his head as he stared at the desk and forced himself to take a few deep breaths. But that anxiety that was always thrumming under the edge was pushing forward a bit.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. It's not like he was worried John would rat them out. That was the least of his worries. He felt responsible for the kid and the more he knew the more Elliot was responsible and the more danger he was putting him into just by knowing him.
"Order something. And then Flipper probably needs to go out."
If John got the hint, Elliot could comfortably get his morphine fix, calm down and not kill Darlene when they talked. If not, Elliot wasn't sure what he was going to do. After the first time he really didn't particularly like doing morphine when John was around. The same way half the time he wouldn't smoke around him either.
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He didn't even bother to say anything, rubbing his hands over his head and trying to keep his thoughts from spiraling completely out of control. How the fuck could she'd been so careless to just say some shit like that in front of someone she didn't know. It's not like the shit they were in was child's play.
If Darlene weren't my sister, I probably would lose it right now.
Luckily, the family bond means something to me.
Elliot finally turned away from the two, his hands still on his head as he stared at the desk and forced himself to take a few deep breaths. But that anxiety that was always thrumming under the edge was pushing forward a bit.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. It's not like he was worried John would rat them out. That was the least of his worries. He felt responsible for the kid and the more he knew the more Elliot was responsible and the more danger he was putting him into just by knowing him.
"Order something. And then Flipper probably needs to go out."
If John got the hint, Elliot could comfortably get his morphine fix, calm down and not kill Darlene when they talked. If not, Elliot wasn't sure what he was going to do. After the first time he really didn't particularly like doing morphine when John was around. The same way half the time he wouldn't smoke around him either.