Contacts and allies would be great, and Josh is pretty confident he hasn't made a huge mistake and Dwayne is on the up and up, but it's not his decision whether or not to expose the people he works with. For now, having Josh and being able to be sure he hasn't passed on any confidential information about his organization is going to have to be enough for Dwayne.
"I wouldn't trust us, under the circumstances," he admits sadly. "They've been betrayed by humans too many times for it to be a rational risk." And, of course, a lot of them have been betrayed by their own kind as well, which is probably the saddest part. Josh has heard of alphas who turn human kids just for the profit of selling them on into slavery, and the reports have been too widespread and well-supported to disbelieve. "It's all a shitshow from beginning to end." And god, it makes him sick to even think about, let alone be involved in, but... someone has to help these people, and he figures he owes a debt he can't ever repay given how much of the money that supported him his last couple years with his dad probably came from this business.
"Thanks." He puts the soda down and lets his hands dangle between his knees. "They won't freak out unless they don't hear from me in more than a couple days," he admits, because he really is going to do his best to cooperate and make things run smoothly. His own smile had slipped, lost with the subject matter... and his own vague disorientation from what's thankfully just a mild concussion, but it comes back in answer to Dwayne's own. And the intriguing lift of his eyebrows. "I dunno." His smile shifts just about to a full blown grin as he floows Dwayne's glance to the door then looks back to the older man. "Staying out of trouble isn't nearly as much fun as getting into the right kind."
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"I wouldn't trust us, under the circumstances," he admits sadly. "They've been betrayed by humans too many times for it to be a rational risk." And, of course, a lot of them have been betrayed by their own kind as well, which is probably the saddest part. Josh has heard of alphas who turn human kids just for the profit of selling them on into slavery, and the reports have been too widespread and well-supported to disbelieve. "It's all a shitshow from beginning to end." And god, it makes him sick to even think about, let alone be involved in, but... someone has to help these people, and he figures he owes a debt he can't ever repay given how much of the money that supported him his last couple years with his dad probably came from this business.
"Thanks." He puts the soda down and lets his hands dangle between his knees. "They won't freak out unless they don't hear from me in more than a couple days," he admits, because he really is going to do his best to cooperate and make things run smoothly. His own smile had slipped, lost with the subject matter... and his own vague disorientation from what's thankfully just a mild concussion, but it comes back in answer to Dwayne's own. And the intriguing lift of his eyebrows. "I dunno." His smile shifts just about to a full blown grin as he floows Dwayne's glance to the door then looks back to the older man. "Staying out of trouble isn't nearly as much fun as getting into the right kind."