Re: Sonrisa: Hunter R & Cris M
It was not in Hunter's nature to belittle the habits of other men. He did it, of course, because he felt it made him less of a target, but it was stilted, inelegant, and ineffective. Hunter was not eloquent, and he didn't have the wit to wield true criticism.
That, and he was so blatantly uncomfortable with his own sexuality that mentioning anything like it seemed dangerous.
Hunter's world was simple, and he viewed it in wide, lonely truths, focused on greasy skillets, skimpy paychecks, and the personal safety of his loyal pets. He was well aware, as he looked across the table, that it was unlikely he could say anything that would rattle the foreign cop. (Foreign because of the way he talked and the New York in his manner, and not because of his appearance; Hunter's awareness of race was as prevalent as the rest of the county's, but he was less biased on its account because of his time in the foster system.)
He made unhappy hissing noises over his little scratch, and he really didn't like having his wrist pinned. He yanked at it to free himself. "Lemme go." He rolled his eyes theatrically. "Yeah, I'll just go run out for a new one," he said, in bad imitation of Capital wealth.
More sullen silence about the mention of pay off. In other words, no.