bob baker has zero real life application skills (uncast) wrote in willowbrookrpg,
"Good," Bob said, although he hadn't been able to catch his voice when it dropped. There was something about his response that was, well, happy but it had come out very softly that the hesitation was more tangible. His eyes even fell to match it. "Good," he repeated.
Their coffee came shortly after, quick orders that they were. He looked up to the waitress and flashed another brief smile and she smiled more brightly to the Bakers before she left. His eyes fell to his steaming cup, and a surprised chuckle escaped him despite anything.
"This is so normal. But if only this really was just a job," Bob said, the sadness more present now. "You leave one company, you move to another...for greener pastures or a closer location or whatever...but no one gets hurt." His eyes looked up to his brother. He honestly never thought he'd see him again and while it hadn't bothered him before, he was glad to have his company even in this frail arrangement.
"Is it hard? What you do?" He made no move to drink his cup. "Do you get into...a lot of dangerous situations, do you...have to do a lot of umm..." Criminal stuff? Based on what he'd been hearing about the Syndicates from the Centurion agents, they were the bad seeds, the devils. The Centurions were the angels, of course. "Dangerous stuff?" he said, instead. Really, Bob just wanted to get a better idea of what his brother was up to these days, now that he had this second chance.