Charlie was quiet. Her being quite was a fairly terse thing as she mulled over what she wanted to say. With Mike, it was easy silences. Ones that normally lead to the bodyguard staring out the window and daydreaming like he was in high school as they drove.
"He's gotta keep that wall up and so do you," She said finally, "If you guys lose your shit we're going to be stabbing ourselves in the foot. You want to know what I think?" No, but Charlie's going to say it anyway:
"It's Briggs. He pushes and pushes and is so freaking goal oriented I could just kick him in the goddamn balls. This shit happens because Briggs doesn't give a shit if people are ready, he insists on his goddamn rules."
Not Briggs. Mike. But Charlie doesn't even let up: "Billy, you ever see Mikey like that you snap him out of it or so help me God, but you're the only other sane person here and we need that. Desperately. I thought it was just going to be me all my life."
They're already pretty close to Orlando's, and Charlie seems to already be getting ready.
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"He's gotta keep that wall up and so do you," She said finally, "If you guys lose your shit we're going to be stabbing ourselves in the foot. You want to know what I think?" No, but Charlie's going to say it anyway:
"It's Briggs. He pushes and pushes and is so freaking goal oriented I could just kick him in the goddamn balls. This shit happens because Briggs doesn't give a shit if people are ready, he insists on his goddamn rules."
Not Briggs. Mike. But Charlie doesn't even let up: "Billy, you ever see Mikey like that you snap him out of it or so help me God, but you're the only other sane person here and we need that. Desperately. I thought it was just going to be me all my life."
They're already pretty close to Orlando's, and Charlie seems to already be getting ready.