“Kind of?” He's not sure whether she’s asking because she wonders if he can empathize or because she’s simply curious. He has no problem admitting it either way, but he also doesn’t want to say in so many words that it’s just better for everyone involved if someone else is there to take charge of things.
“I mean like with my job,” he begins, unsure if he'd mentioned to her that he was with the police, “I was always just following someone else’s orders. I don’t mean with day to day bullshit, but when stakes were high, and it actually fucking mattered. I’m not good at strategy anyway, like I’m complete fuckin’ shit at chess,” he says lightly, fidgeting with the strings from his hoodie.
“So that was always someone else’s job, while I’m better at, um... stalling and buying time when shit goes wrong or gets heated...” Which are important skills, so it's not like he was totally worthless. He wouldn't pretend to know what her situation is like, but he's reckless and has been in danger before, even aside from the one particularly violent day.
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“I mean like with my job,” he begins, unsure if he'd mentioned to her that he was with the police, “I was always just following someone else’s orders. I don’t mean with day to day bullshit, but when stakes were high, and it actually fucking mattered. I’m not good at strategy anyway, like I’m complete fuckin’ shit at chess,” he says lightly, fidgeting with the strings from his hoodie.
“So that was always someone else’s job, while I’m better at, um... stalling and buying time when shit goes wrong or gets heated...” Which are important skills, so it's not like he was totally worthless. He wouldn't pretend to know what her situation is like, but he's reckless and has been in danger before, even aside from the one particularly violent day.