Re: Ocean's Eleven
[Daniel didn't laugh. He hadn't been joking to be funny, and there was much in his wan face and bright eyes that implied he didn't do much laughing unless it was the cruel kind. Lying there feeling like his insides were being scraped away by a rough spoon, Daniel wanted very much to make the world around him feel the same. He watched Lin's face, taking in the boy's comparative health and the jubulant movement of his expressions. Daniel's gaze dropped down to Lin's feet as the boy moved away, and a butterfly flicker of a unique expression crossed his face, an echo of the naked fear that had been so evident on the cold Vegas sidewalk a few hours before. Ten seconds, and he was moving away. Daniel's mouth flexed down as his lips rolled together, and he was quiet for a moment.]
He's paying his bills. [A repetition, a deep sigh. Daniel lifted the unwrapped hand, the one still roped to all the wires and the feeds, and pushed at his hair where it grew long over his ear.] Fuck. [It was a cursory thing to say, with no real purpose, and he said it in a bored tone that was 100% theatrical.]
So now what? You sell our shit and keep me here until, what, I promise to find a slower way out?
[Daniel's smile had all the teeth, though his tone had none of the bite. He just wanted to see how Lin would react, and how much the boy would give on his presence in the bed.]