I wouldn't jump to hurting them, Navarro. I'm not a mindless beast, I know how to speak civilly to people. [ Royce says, a little harshly, but. Then he stops, and takes a deep breath. ]
... I think you're right. [ He folds his arms, almost protectively. ] Let's. Cool off. I'll come talk to you again in a few days.
[Monty holds his tongue once more. He has a waspish thought that Royce is an assassin speaking to a murderer. 'Settling' without specification of what that is may be assumed to be something violent. The young gentleman crosses his own arms.]
Very well. I will look for you then... my friend.
[Because that is what Royce is, even strained as this is right now. Perhaps that will not last, but for now, Monty is going to hold to it, even with as abused as he personally feels in this moment.]
[ Royce rubs at the back of his neck. His expression is upset, still, and if Monty looks closely enough he'll see Royce's eyes and cheeks are damp. He hates to leave things like this because he's so fucking aware of how little time any of them have. It could end, one of them could go home or stop existing or - anything. Something.
For now, Royce looks up at Monty with that softer, almost vulnerable look, and then he nods and pulls his hood up. ]
Yeah. Friend. [ It's genuine. And this time, he really does walk away. ]
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... I think you're right. [ He folds his arms, almost protectively. ] Let's. Cool off. I'll come talk to you again in a few days.
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Very well. I will look for you then... my friend.
[Because that is what Royce is, even strained as this is right now. Perhaps that will not last, but for now, Monty is going to hold to it, even with as abused as he personally feels in this moment.]
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For now, Royce looks up at Monty with that softer, almost vulnerable look, and then he nods and pulls his hood up. ]
Yeah. Friend. [ It's genuine. And this time, he really does walk away. ]