Riley's gaze flicks between Shaw and Pope. By right, he ought to salute Pope. Stand at attention, pay homage to the propriety that's supposed to matter in moments like this.
Instead, he brushes past both of them and kneels down next to the bed, reaching for Carver. "Why the fuck are you skulking around in a Motel Six?" he asks, very evenly, because he refuses to degrade himself by shouting at these people.
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Date: 2024-06-19 01:37 am (UTC)Instead, he brushes past both of them and kneels down next to the bed, reaching for Carver. "Why the fuck are you skulking around in a Motel Six?" he asks, very evenly, because he refuses to degrade himself by shouting at these people.
He wants to, though. Fucking Christ.