full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
”A smart boy, as well as built like a brick shithouse. You’re the whole fuckin’ package ain’t you?” Jack snorted. It was about as close to a ‘right you are’ that Remi would likely get. He ran a finger around the rim of his glass, meeting the green stare and warm smile evenly, and he raised his eyebrows in challenge at the other man’s quip. ”Overconfident prick, too,” he appraised. ”Better watch my fuckin’ step around this big bad bear man. Really, I’m shakin’ in my damned boots, Remi. I swear.”
Jack slumped back in his chair, propping one of said boots (no tremor to be seen) on the edge of the table. A slow smile crept across his face and he heard the other man out about the portal, about the Outlanders, about Remi’s associations and implications about them. ”Well that is certainly good to know,” he said. ”Good luck to any do-gooders around these parts. I’ll keep you in mind though. You seem the capable sort.” Capable, batshit insane. Same thing really.
Jack slumped back in his chair, propping one of said boots (no tremor to be seen) on the edge of the table. A slow smile crept across his face and he heard the other man out about the portal, about the Outlanders, about Remi’s associations and implications about them. ”Well that is certainly good to know,” he said. ”Good luck to any do-gooders around these parts. I’ll keep you in mind though. You seem the capable sort.” Capable, batshit insane. Same thing really.
