Re: [B&B: Shiloh & Diego]
It was a shame, really, because Shiloh liked some verbal sparring, play, as it was, as long as it came heavy on truth. But, here, he just laughed a bit at Diego's declared old age, but he knew age had nothing to do with numbers. Heath was the oldest soul he knew, and Heath was the same age as he was. It was all about state of mind, and he didn't think his state of mind was precisely what Diego was searching for. But, no matter, because good or bad was fine with Shiloh, as long as it was something of a reaction.
"You're a gallant gentleman," was his response to Diego assuring a safe place would be found before sleeping. "Just don't keep me from going home with trouble. It's rare I find trouble more troublesome than me," he explained, which might sound like more of the bragging Diego didn't seem to find charming, but it was also truth. Shiloh sought out trouble, and life had taught him a whole lot of hard lessons that he paid no mind to. He was still here, wasn't he? In Repose, and with a name close enough to his own that it was only all the other oddity in this town that kept anyone from looking too hard. Comparatively speaking, an escaped murderer was small potatoes.
Shiloh sat up as Diego checked his phone. He laughed at this too, but he couldn't remember when any of the trouble he spent time with had to check their phones to see if they had an opening. After all, most of his people before had been steeped in drugs or cheating on someone, and both of those situations seemed to make calendars unimportant. Room was made, and that was how it was, but Shiloh had already figured Diego for a good boy, and it was all good. Check your phone, and Shiloh thought it was entertaining some. "Mild." A chuckle. "I can't wait."
He stood, and he stretched out a hand across the table, because shaking on departure was polite Southern behavior, and Shiloh did hold on to some of that teaching Mother shoved down their dignified and refined little throats. "We can meet here. I figure that'll feel safer to you than meeting at mine or yours. You try to stay out of trouble until then, however much trouble you're inclined to go seeking," he added, and then he reached into his pocket and pulled out tipping money and then some, which he tossed onto the table before making his way out of the dining room.
Maybe he'd go find himself a nap. Some blow... and then a nap.