[ Amos can't help but stare at Silco for just a moment longer, because he's... Silco. He talks about pulling strings without a word as to what those are to the person who will actually be sticking his neck out; that stupid smile of his. Even when they're on the same side — and when have they not been on the same side — there is always a part of him that Amos simply does not, will never understand.
And yet — they're still on the same side. And — of course Silco would want something in turn for helping Amos. Which means he is also unlikely to go back on his promise of helping him.
And it would be good for Zenith. So. He stares that little moment longer, and then nods, pushing himself off of the corner of Silco's desk that he's been perched on and turning to face him properly. ]
Can do. I ain't complaining if one thing leads into another.
[ A beat. He'd thought there might have been more to cover, but Silco is legitimately efficient. Good at the things he puts his mind to. Determined. An ally. So if that's that, then... ]
no subject
And yet — they're still on the same side. And — of course Silco would want something in turn for helping Amos. Which means he is also unlikely to go back on his promise of helping him.
And it would be good for Zenith. So. He stares that little moment longer, and then nods, pushing himself off of the corner of Silco's desk that he's been perched on and turning to face him properly. ]
Can do. I ain't complaining if one thing leads into another.
[ A beat. He'd thought there might have been more to cover, but Silco is legitimately efficient. Good at the things he puts his mind to. Determined. An ally. So if that's that, then... ]
Thanks. 'ppreciate it.