[Sands simply grunts softly at Matt's optimistic words.
He's not past the phase where he feels the need to get revenge from the remaining people who ruined his life, or just the cartels in general. Whatever 'new life' or 'purpose' out there for him isn't going to be anything like the thrilling one he left behind with the CIA.
Even if those fuckers are definitely keeping an eye on him, just waiting for him to step out of line. He has no doubt.]
It's better than nothing.
[A few drinks with someone who can relate is a more pleasant evening than listening to the TV and moping.]
Great. But if you can't get me laid, then you'll have to do it yourself.
[It's a joke. Sort of. Funny to imagine, anyway. Neither of them would be able to see shit, but in a way it'd be like fucking with the lights off.]
[Yeah, you know, Matt will at some point gently suggest ditching the TV. It's such a visual medium that Sands is better off with the radio or podcasts or some other streaming service that doesn't involve lots of action that he'll miss out on. Or long, meaningful silences that are really just awkward stretches where you're not sure if the TV is working or not.
Matt laughs the joke off (he's pretty sure it was a joke, anyway) though as he scratches a sensitive spot above his ear, he tries his best to sound reassuring than awkwardly fumbling.]
I think you're going to regret that more than I am but uh, let's just get a couple of drinks and see how the night goes, alright? [He doubts Sands will enjoy the pity sex that will inevitably come with his new way of life, but he can figure that out on his own. He's pretty sure the cab driver isn't interested to eavesdrop on this conversation.]
Come on. [Matt hands the cash over as their ride comes to a stop, a small, simple, ordinary task that will probably frustrate Sands a bit when all the bills are the same size and feel the same.]
Anyway, I mean. [It's easier to joke around when it's just the two of them.] Think of it this way - I'm sure you've always wanted to try some things blindfolded.
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He's not past the phase where he feels the need to get revenge from the remaining people who ruined his life, or just the cartels in general. Whatever 'new life' or 'purpose' out there for him isn't going to be anything like the thrilling one he left behind with the CIA.
Even if those fuckers are definitely keeping an eye on him, just waiting for him to step out of line. He has no doubt.]
It's better than nothing.
[A few drinks with someone who can relate is a more pleasant evening than listening to the TV and moping.]
Great. But if you can't get me laid, then you'll have to do it yourself.
[It's a joke. Sort of. Funny to imagine, anyway. Neither of them would be able to see shit, but in a way it'd be like fucking with the lights off.]
sorry, I've had one of those weeks
Matt laughs the joke off (he's pretty sure it was a joke, anyway) though as he scratches a sensitive spot above his ear, he tries his best to sound reassuring than awkwardly fumbling.]
I think you're going to regret that more than I am but uh, let's just get a couple of drinks and see how the night goes, alright? [He doubts Sands will enjoy the pity sex that will inevitably come with his new way of life, but he can figure that out on his own. He's pretty sure the cab driver isn't interested to eavesdrop on this conversation.]
Come on. [Matt hands the cash over as their ride comes to a stop, a small, simple, ordinary task that will probably frustrate Sands a bit when all the bills are the same size and feel the same.]
Anyway, I mean. [It's easier to joke around when it's just the two of them.] Think of it this way - I'm sure you've always wanted to try some things blindfolded.