It's not a name I would have chosen for myself, given the choice. Cornelius. Ugh.
[ He finds that name more disagreeable than Hickey, but it's a stiff competition now that he's been enlightened on modern slang.
But he looks pleased that Angelo's tune has changed. It's odd to call anyone here a friend after such a short time together, but... whatever their relationship may be, he does not relish the thought of Angelo returning home only to die—and a sorry death, at that. He deserves a more fitting end to his story. ]
The two of us... I'm sure you'll understand when I say that I'm the only person in my corner. I can't give up on myself; the moment I do, I'm dead. I'd wager the same is true for you. We're all we've got.
[ He flashes a smile that's more hopeful than any man on death row has the right to be. ]
This will work out in my favor. I'll do what I can to make it work out in yours, as well.
[ Hickey has his own brightness to him. Not blinding like most of the people here, not the brightness of those too fortunate to have been dimmed at all. Just the brightness of a lamp in the gutter, lighting the path forward so you don't cut your feet on broken glass.
'You have nobody on your side', Hickey says and then 'I'll be on your side' in almost the same breath. Laughable. Inconsistent Meaningless. He'll be dead come morning.
But Angelo can't say he hates this kind of determination. It's self-deluded but raw and strangely honest. ]
... I'll be looking forward to your show, Elias.
[ And he does. Maybe he'll have his pessimism proven wrong just yet. Maybe Elias will truly transcend from the pitiful existence that he is.
Angelo blows some cigarette smoke vaguely into Elias' direction, just because he can. ]
I'll be rooting for you, even. Your resourcefulness shouldn't go to waste here.
[ Elias. His eyes drop and he chuckles a little, hearing the name in someone else's voice. It's... nice.
Even if it's accompanied by a waft of cigarette smoke. Hey? ]
...Thanks.
[ He should have more to say, some deflection or smug retort, but something tells him not to push it. As rocky as his relationship with Angelo has been these past weeks, there's a stability underneath the turbulence that he wants to linger in a little longer.
In truth, he's a little scared, going into tomorrow. But admitting to such a thing would be admitting a lack of confidence in himself, and that won't do. ]
You can stay a while yet, if you'd like.
[ Said flippantly, with a shrug. It's boring here, and that's definitely his only motivation in offering that option. He fishes another cigarette out of his pocket. ]
Tell me what space is like. Or of your Captain. Anything.
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It's not a name I would have chosen for myself, given the choice. Cornelius. Ugh.
[ He finds that name more disagreeable than Hickey, but it's a stiff competition now that he's been enlightened on modern slang.
But he looks pleased that Angelo's tune has changed. It's odd to call anyone here a friend after such a short time together, but... whatever their relationship may be, he does not relish the thought of Angelo returning home only to die—and a sorry death, at that. He deserves a more fitting end to his story. ]
The two of us... I'm sure you'll understand when I say that I'm the only person in my corner. I can't give up on myself; the moment I do, I'm dead. I'd wager the same is true for you. We're all we've got.
[ He flashes a smile that's more hopeful than any man on death row has the right to be. ]
This will work out in my favor. I'll do what I can to make it work out in yours, as well.
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'You have nobody on your side', Hickey says and then 'I'll be on your side' in almost the same breath. Laughable. Inconsistent
Meaningless. He'll be dead come morning.
But Angelo can't say he hates this kind of determination. It's self-deluded but raw and strangely honest. ]
... I'll be looking forward to your show, Elias.
[ And he does. Maybe he'll have his pessimism proven wrong just yet. Maybe Elias will truly transcend from the pitiful existence that he is.
Angelo blows some cigarette smoke vaguely into Elias' direction, just because he can. ]
I'll be rooting for you, even. Your resourcefulness shouldn't go to waste here.
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Even if it's accompanied by a waft of cigarette smoke. Hey? ]
...Thanks.
[ He should have more to say, some deflection or smug retort, but something tells him not to push it. As rocky as his relationship with Angelo has been these past weeks, there's a stability underneath the turbulence that he wants to linger in a little longer.
In truth, he's a little scared, going into tomorrow. But admitting to such a thing would be admitting a lack of confidence in himself, and that won't do. ]
You can stay a while yet, if you'd like.
[ Said flippantly, with a shrug. It's boring here, and that's definitely his only motivation in offering that option. He fishes another cigarette out of his pocket. ]
Tell me what space is like. Or of your Captain. Anything.