Mostly Josh is ridiculously relieved that he hadn't actually let that girl go helplessly into a life of slavery and abuse... it's only a secondary consideration to be glad he's not going to end up crippled or dead in a ditch somewhere. Which is possibly not a particularly healthy outlook on the situation, but it is what it is.
"Yeah, there, uh, seem to be a lot of similarities." He huffs a quiet laugh, that's maybe a little uncharacteristically bitter. "And more rules can't really be a bad thing." Not with that crowd. "Don't get caught's always the best one."
He tips a cockeyed smile at Dwayne and rubs his free hand over the thigh of his jeans before taking another careful sip of ginger ale. He's... just a bit queasy, so taking it easy is best. "I'm pretty good at stepping soft around people who need it, and I don't rile easy. Don't expect you to take my word on it."
He follows Dwayne's gaze to his phone then looks back to meet his eyes, smile widening a bit. He hadn't really expected that level of trust. "Thanks, that'll be a load off." He pushes up to his feet and staggers slightly, catching himself on the bedside table and leaning there for a second as the world steadies around him and his head pounds. "Damn, man, you pack a pretty good punch." He doesn't sound particularly bothered by the observation, and he straightens carefully and looks at Dwayne again, smile stretching wider still even though he's clearly a little bit unsteady on his feet. "For an old guy," he adds, the smile turning into a teasing smirk.
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"Yeah, there, uh, seem to be a lot of similarities." He huffs a quiet laugh, that's maybe a little uncharacteristically bitter. "And more rules can't really be a bad thing." Not with that crowd. "Don't get caught's always the best one."
He tips a cockeyed smile at Dwayne and rubs his free hand over the thigh of his jeans before taking another careful sip of ginger ale. He's... just a bit queasy, so taking it easy is best. "I'm pretty good at stepping soft around people who need it, and I don't rile easy. Don't expect you to take my word on it."
He follows Dwayne's gaze to his phone then looks back to meet his eyes, smile widening a bit. He hadn't really expected that level of trust. "Thanks, that'll be a load off." He pushes up to his feet and staggers slightly, catching himself on the bedside table and leaning there for a second as the world steadies around him and his head pounds. "Damn, man, you pack a pretty good punch." He doesn't sound particularly bothered by the observation, and he straightens carefully and looks at Dwayne again, smile stretching wider still even though he's clearly a little bit unsteady on his feet. "For an old guy," he adds, the smile turning into a teasing smirk.