Dwayne smiles, wiping his palms on his jeans. God, he gets kind of preachy at times. He gives Josh his best disarming smile, the one that says it isn't a lack of faith in Josh...just boilerplate.
Especially when he catches the brief drop of shoulders, the duck of head that means the younger man has his own thoughts about the matter. Dwayne says from the couch, "I spend a lot of time getting people out of this whole mess. There's ways to cut ties once you're in, but it's a hell of a lot harder than setting your boundaries before you're ever in that far. So I just wanted to know for sure." He shakes his head, and gets to his feet to wander the few yards to the kitchen. It's not a big house, and Josh has the stove going: distraction and space enough that Dwayne feels comfortable enough closing the distance a bit. He leans against the doorjamb, deciding that's close enough.
"So far? I'll say you look promising, though." He nods toward the stove with a small smile. "Cooking is a big bonus, too. But just in general. So I'm willing to give it a try if you are. Get you familiar with things, and...I don't know, if your friends have the same attitude, have a look at them later down the line." He rubs his short hair down, smoothing it. "But for now, getting through this job is the main goal."
He pauses, tilting his head, then frowns slightly. Okay, this part is probably a little crass, but, well...he'll bring it up anyway. "And that will mean, for what it's worth, a fair share of the profit, if there is any. Most of it goes back into operating and living expenses, but...fair is fair. You put your ass on the risk with the rest of us, you get a fair cut of whatever windfall." He rubs at his jeans leg again, blue eyes serious. He's admitting to felonies now, and if that's not a gesture of trust, well, it's a lost cause. "We scrub the money, and what gets handed back is clean. Where it goes after that? It's your call. Keep it, use it, or put it in the nearest church drop box and be done with it."
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Especially when he catches the brief drop of shoulders, the duck of head that means the younger man has his own thoughts about the matter. Dwayne says from the couch, "I spend a lot of time getting people out of this whole mess. There's ways to cut ties once you're in, but it's a hell of a lot harder than setting your boundaries before you're ever in that far. So I just wanted to know for sure." He shakes his head, and gets to his feet to wander the few yards to the kitchen. It's not a big house, and Josh has the stove going: distraction and space enough that Dwayne feels comfortable enough closing the distance a bit. He leans against the doorjamb, deciding that's close enough.
"So far? I'll say you look promising, though." He nods toward the stove with a small smile. "Cooking is a big bonus, too. But just in general. So I'm willing to give it a try if you are. Get you familiar with things, and...I don't know, if your friends have the same attitude, have a look at them later down the line." He rubs his short hair down, smoothing it. "But for now, getting through this job is the main goal."
He pauses, tilting his head, then frowns slightly. Okay, this part is probably a little crass, but, well...he'll bring it up anyway. "And that will mean, for what it's worth, a fair share of the profit, if there is any. Most of it goes back into operating and living expenses, but...fair is fair. You put your ass on the risk with the rest of us, you get a fair cut of whatever windfall." He rubs at his jeans leg again, blue eyes serious. He's admitting to felonies now, and if that's not a gesture of trust, well, it's a lost cause. "We scrub the money, and what gets handed back is clean. Where it goes after that? It's your call. Keep it, use it, or put it in the nearest church drop box and be done with it."