It's possibly a little disturbing how easy Josh is finding it to relax and accept Dwayne at face value after how things started off, but he really can't see any reason for the older man to be stringing him along at this point. And maybe he's too trusting, but if Dwayne really were on the wrong side of the line here he'd thoroughly expect to be dead or maimed by now. There just isn't anything to be gained by wasting time on him like this; unless the man's hoping to ferret out his contacts, but Josh won't be giving those up until he's one hundred percent sure of Dwayne. And so long as it's just his own hide he's risking... he's feeling pretty good about it, especially with the man's little side trip into his business philosophy.
"Yeah, well, I was there to buy a person, I definitely get how you can't do this and come out clean." He shifts his shoulders a little, and it's fairly clear that he's not exactly enthused about that fact, but- "It's the only way to do it, right now, anyway. Buy them or break them out. And we don't have the resources for breakouts." There are people willing to pay to help wolves find freedom, but it's a lot harder to find people willing to potentially risk their lives or livelihoods for it. "Bit more than a business, though... isn't it?" He looks older this way, somber and intense, though even now there's the hint of a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth, like it's such a natural default expression that his face wants to go there regardless. "Doesn't seem like you can really be in this to make a profit."
"And... I should make that call." It's to a burner phone, so he doesn't have to worry about it being traced and his people tracked, and the conversation, when the call's picked up, is short and cryptic. No names, no identifying information, and nothing about Dwayne and his operation either. Just the bare minimum to assure them that he's safe and expects to stay that way, and he'll get back in touch when he can, hopefully with more intel. The man on the other end of the line doesn't sound exactly happy but he also doesn't argue, and Josh puts the phone down on the night stand and takes another sip of ginger ale. "I assume you're gonna want to keep a hold on that for a while?"
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"Yeah, well, I was there to buy a person, I definitely get how you can't do this and come out clean." He shifts his shoulders a little, and it's fairly clear that he's not exactly enthused about that fact, but- "It's the only way to do it, right now, anyway. Buy them or break them out. And we don't have the resources for breakouts." There are people willing to pay to help wolves find freedom, but it's a lot harder to find people willing to potentially risk their lives or livelihoods for it. "Bit more than a business, though... isn't it?" He looks older this way, somber and intense, though even now there's the hint of a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth, like it's such a natural default expression that his face wants to go there regardless. "Doesn't seem like you can really be in this to make a profit."
"And... I should make that call." It's to a burner phone, so he doesn't have to worry about it being traced and his people tracked, and the conversation, when the call's picked up, is short and cryptic. No names, no identifying information, and nothing about Dwayne and his operation either. Just the bare minimum to assure them that he's safe and expects to stay that way, and he'll get back in touch when he can, hopefully with more intel. The man on the other end of the line doesn't sound exactly happy but he also doesn't argue, and Josh puts the phone down on the night stand and takes another sip of ginger ale. "I assume you're gonna want to keep a hold on that for a while?"