Even if Josh wasn't so obvious about waking up, Dwayne still would have noticed just from the change in his breathing and heartbeat, though the kid doesn't know that. He sits there quietly, reaching over to take a swig of his ginger ale now and then as he rolls over exactly how he's going to approach this. The kid's obviously not law enforcement, and if he's in the black market, he's new as hell to it. Some kind of lone wolf vigilante wannabe? Maybe. Dwayne's got room to work, which is good. Dwayne always works better when he has some wiggle room.
"It would be kind of inconvenient to try and fit you into my luggage," Dwayne agrees conversationally, watching him stir with cobalt-blue eyes. He might have taken a bump or two and have a little rug-burn, but other than that, Josh is in exactly the same shape he was when he hit the floor. Which will still take a few minutes for him to bounce back from, but that works out just fine because it means they can talk without Dwayne having to hit him again. "Just take it slow, I'll have to tip housekeeping extra if you puke on the bed. There's ginger ale on the nightstand."
Then he stops and sighs, rubbing one broad hand over his scruffy face and looking...tired. He can stop the game now, at least part of it. "Dammit, kid. You know you almost got yourself dragged out to the industrial park and kneecapped? Those guys do not play nice."
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Date: 2014-08-10 04:59 pm (UTC)"It would be kind of inconvenient to try and fit you into my luggage," Dwayne agrees conversationally, watching him stir with cobalt-blue eyes. He might have taken a bump or two and have a little rug-burn, but other than that, Josh is in exactly the same shape he was when he hit the floor. Which will still take a few minutes for him to bounce back from, but that works out just fine because it means they can talk without Dwayne having to hit him again. "Just take it slow, I'll have to tip housekeeping extra if you puke on the bed. There's ginger ale on the nightstand."
Then he stops and sighs, rubbing one broad hand over his scruffy face and looking...tired. He can stop the game now, at least part of it. "Dammit, kid. You know you almost got yourself dragged out to the industrial park and kneecapped? Those guys do not play nice."