[ Michael raises his eyebrows, and it's not - challenging, exactly, but he is stonewalling the conversation without offering what he's supposed to. It's not that he's ashamed of his arrangement with Kavinsky. It's not that he's embarrassed to talk about it with Tate, either, which is maybe kind of fucked up, given that Tate's his fucking father. He just... doesn't want to give out information that might put him at some unseen disadvantage.
But maybe being quiet is what'll fuck him over. Make Tate mad enough to leave. Michael doesn't want him to leave. He just shrugs with one shoulder, apparently relenting, bending down to pick up another rock. ]
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Payment's taken care of.
[ Michael raises his eyebrows, and it's not - challenging, exactly, but he is stonewalling the conversation without offering what he's supposed to. It's not that he's ashamed of his arrangement with Kavinsky. It's not that he's embarrassed to talk about it with Tate, either, which is maybe kind of fucked up, given that Tate's his fucking father. He just... doesn't want to give out information that might put him at some unseen disadvantage.
But maybe being quiet is what'll fuck him over. Make Tate mad enough to leave. Michael doesn't want him to leave. He just shrugs with one shoulder, apparently relenting, bending down to pick up another rock. ]
I'm on call. When he wants me.