Re: Travis/Thomas
"More effective than you think, especially after I pull you my gun," he said.
Travis had years of experience peeling people apart, and he'd refined his skills with Wes, but Thomas was in a different class, not because he was so good at hiding, but because Travis didn't have the knowledge that allowed him to guess. How the fuck could he know what life was for the son of a President of the United States? Only thinking about it made his head hurt. He still knew that there was plenty going on inside that head of his.
"I've told you about not having parents, not having food, committing crimes." It was only a fraction of what he had said. "Do you really think that anything you say can make me judge you? You know what I think? I think that all these expectations are the very thing that make you not live up to them. Maybe if they just expected you to be happy, you'd do more to make them proud, because then you'd want to and not because it's your duty. Our psychiatrist would call it performance anxiety or something, and really she was right. When Wes and I were getting close to our 400th collar, we couldn't seem to get that arrest, but before? When we were just doing our job? Things went smoothly. Oh yes, me and my partner had to see a couple therapist because he tried to shoot him." He said with a laugh, but Doctor Ryan had helped and they had gotten Crowl and his gang. Life was good.
"You're a smart guy, good looking, eloquent, good taste and all the other shit that comes with money and privilege, but if your parents think that you have no flaws, then they are idiots," he said. "People have flaws. It's how we handle those flaws that define who we are and I'm preaching, aren't I? I'm not used to this. Usually Wes does the preaching and I do crazy things to watch how quickly I can make the vein in his temple throb." God, he really missed his partner. "What do you say that we continue this conversation with a beer? I'm not much of a champagne guy."