[Dale's head is back against the couch and he's staring at the ceiling. It's not that he's not listening to what Rigo's asking, it's more he isn't sure how to answer.]
Nah.
[Oh.
Okay so that was easy, a one word response sometimes speaks volumes. Then again, Rigo's only been back...however long he's been back. He probably doesn't know.]
Fuck. [His head lifts, and his eyes drift over to watch white people dancing on TV.]
Jet's locked up. [His eyes glance over to Rigo to try and catch his reaction.] County.
[Looking back to the TV then, and he taps out the beat to the song that's playing on his leg.]
Tomás too. [They're good guys. Every time he hears one of theirs is killed or put in jail or worse, he feels the loss. Hell, sometimes he feels personally responsible. He doesn't in either of these cases, but it's still a fucking downer to talk about.]
Haven't heard from either of them since they went in.
no subject
Nah.
[Oh.
Okay so that was easy, a one word response sometimes speaks volumes. Then again, Rigo's only been back...however long he's been back. He probably doesn't know.]
Fuck. [His head lifts, and his eyes drift over to watch white people dancing on TV.]
Jet's locked up. [His eyes glance over to Rigo to try and catch his reaction.] County.
[Looking back to the TV then, and he taps out the beat to the song that's playing on his leg.]
Tomás too. [They're good guys. Every time he hears one of theirs is killed or put in jail or worse, he feels the loss. Hell, sometimes he feels personally responsible. He doesn't in either of these cases, but it's still a fucking downer to talk about.]
Haven't heard from either of them since they went in.