[ He likes that Loki falls into silence as they drive, and more out of habit than anything the driver finds himself circling the area, hovering but not pulling in yet. He's not trying to distract or make sure Loki doesn't know the way; there's just a comfort with driving that Paul's not ready to lose yet.
Loki wants the area. Paul can concede, give him that, especially for a child trafficker. Even if Paul really, really wants to find them himself. He inhales softly, and while he's still quiet and calm that unusual intimidating factor is gone. ]
I have rules. They tell me where we start, where we're going, where we're going afterwards. I give them five minutes when we get there; anything happens in that five minutes and I'm theirs. No matter what. Anything a minute on either side of that and they're on their own. [ Loki had unfortunately been in that window. Paul continues. ]
I don't sit in. I don't learn names. I don't carry a gun. I just drive.
[ He purposefully doesn't ask, purposefully doesn't want to know. He's tailored this, given himself rules, mostly from what Loki's always advised. It genuinely works out well for him unless he deviates, like he's doing now. He's not sure he's spoken this much to Loki, even if it's a modified version of the speech he's memorized. It's kind of nice to speak around the other, though, even if it's about the bleak things.
Especially if it's about the bleak things. Loki's the only one that fully understands where he's coming from. These are my rules, he wants to say, I'm trying to follow your lead. Even now. Instead, he finally eases into a parking lot. ]
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Date: 2023-08-30 05:36 pm (UTC)Loki wants the area. Paul can concede, give him that, especially for a child trafficker. Even if Paul really, really wants to find them himself. He inhales softly, and while he's still quiet and calm that unusual intimidating factor is gone. ]
I have rules. They tell me where we start, where we're going, where we're going afterwards. I give them five minutes when we get there; anything happens in that five minutes and I'm theirs. No matter what. Anything a minute on either side of that and they're on their own. [ Loki had unfortunately been in that window. Paul continues. ]
I don't sit in. I don't learn names. I don't carry a gun. I just drive.
[ He purposefully doesn't ask, purposefully doesn't want to know. He's tailored this, given himself rules, mostly from what Loki's always advised. It genuinely works out well for him unless he deviates, like he's doing now. He's not sure he's spoken this much to Loki, even if it's a modified version of the speech he's memorized. It's kind of nice to speak around the other, though, even if it's about the bleak things.
Especially if it's about the bleak things. Loki's the only one that fully understands where he's coming from. These are my rules, he wants to say, I'm trying to follow your lead. Even now. Instead, he finally eases into a parking lot. ]
You want some coffee?