[Sean looks up at Connor and okay, maybe for once, Sean's not the only stupid one here. He hisses softly at him, trying to keep it low in case they're being recorded.]
You could have fucking texted me. I could be out of here, and you could have the stupid fucking information, and you'd get what you fucking wanted without me being threatened with a murder charge.
[But it's too late for any of that. Sean's in the building. They're not going to let him walk out when they've decided he's a suspect. God why couldn't he have texted? Sean was trying to figure out how to tell him anyway, but he didn't want to have to leave town. Fuck, he should have. There was always work in Boston. Or fuck, maybe he should have gone back to New York...]
It doesn't matter. You put me in a cell, I'll 'kill myself' with a belt I didn't go in there with. You put me in protective detail, and somehow, those cops are going to go on break and I'm going to get killed while they're not looking. If I did know anything, then going to jail and getting deported is still better than dying.
[Sean stares at his hands. Okay. Fuck. Okay... He has to do something. He can't just sit here and wait. If he wants to get out of here alive, then he's going to have to do something, because Connor can say he wants Sean to be safe, but as long as he thinks the police are the answer, Sean's never going to be safe.]
If you really want to keep me safe, then I can't stay in this city. And maybe, if I wasn't here... I might remember something.
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29/10/18 01:20 (UTC)You could have fucking texted me. I could be out of here, and you could have the stupid fucking information, and you'd get what you fucking wanted without me being threatened with a murder charge.
[But it's too late for any of that. Sean's in the building. They're not going to let him walk out when they've decided he's a suspect. God why couldn't he have texted? Sean was trying to figure out how to tell him anyway, but he didn't want to have to leave town. Fuck, he should have. There was always work in Boston. Or fuck, maybe he should have gone back to New York...]
It doesn't matter. You put me in a cell, I'll 'kill myself' with a belt I didn't go in there with. You put me in protective detail, and somehow, those cops are going to go on break and I'm going to get killed while they're not looking. If I did know anything, then going to jail and getting deported is still better than dying.
[Sean stares at his hands. Okay. Fuck. Okay... He has to do something. He can't just sit here and wait. If he wants to get out of here alive, then he's going to have to do something, because Connor can say he wants Sean to be safe, but as long as he thinks the police are the answer, Sean's never going to be safe.]
If you really want to keep me safe, then I can't stay in this city. And maybe, if I wasn't here... I might remember something.