Josh likes the way Dwayne talks about what he's doing, how he's matter of fact without whitewashing the ugly truths of it. Trust is hard to come by, but he's either a really gifted liar or he's managed to put together (or fall in with, though there's something about him that makes Josh think it's more likly the former) an organization that's making it work. Josh knows how hard that is to manage: the group he's working with is entirely human precisely because they haven't managed to build that kind of trust. Yet, he hopes.
"Yeah, well-" He sighs and lets his gaze drop again. He's tired and sore and it's getting hard to focus. "Seems like the other kinda trouble's pretty much inevitable." At least it always seems to have been in his life... which has still been so much better, beginning to end, than the people they're talking about. "Nice to at least think about the good kind from time to time."
He scrubs a hand through his own shaggy hair, careful to avoid the knot from where Dwayne took him down, and looks back up at him, somber again. "If that's what you gotta do to make it work." He shrugs and chews at his upper lip for a moment, frowning and tense, trying not to think of the girl and what she's been taken back to. The others who are probably there going through varying degrees of hell as well. He'd been willing to leave this place in a body bag if that's what it would have taken to get her free of that, and he hadn't been bluffing. Not after seeing her, not knowing the kind of life a slave in that bastard's hands could expect. "I don't care how it has to happen. If I can help, fine, if you need me locked down, fine, just... get them the hell outa there, yeah?"
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Date: 2014-11-13 05:56 am (UTC)"Yeah, well-" He sighs and lets his gaze drop again. He's tired and sore and it's getting hard to focus. "Seems like the other kinda trouble's pretty much inevitable." At least it always seems to have been in his life... which has still been so much better, beginning to end, than the people they're talking about. "Nice to at least think about the good kind from time to time."
He scrubs a hand through his own shaggy hair, careful to avoid the knot from where Dwayne took him down, and looks back up at him, somber again. "If that's what you gotta do to make it work." He shrugs and chews at his upper lip for a moment, frowning and tense, trying not to think of the girl and what she's been taken back to. The others who are probably there going through varying degrees of hell as well. He'd been willing to leave this place in a body bag if that's what it would have taken to get her free of that, and he hadn't been bluffing. Not after seeing her, not knowing the kind of life a slave in that bastard's hands could expect. "I don't care how it has to happen. If I can help, fine, if you need me locked down, fine, just... get them the hell outa there, yeah?"