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"And nothing has it chance today. You didn't mean to say, I love you. I love you."
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Y/N walked after him and caught up to him in the halls, "Don, this is about my dad's life."
"Yeah, it's my life too," he nodded.
"Look, he can't do it alone; if he can't, we're all dead." She stopped as he stopped and turned to look at her.
"Ease off," Don looked down at her with a straight face, a hint of anger.
"Don, is this about something?" She sighed softly, "do you want something to do it?"
"Well, no ones ever really pass money, but it has nothing to do with that," he went to walk away again.
"What will it take for you to do the right thing- if these are our odds now, will there ever be anything else?"
Don stopped and walked back to her, "do you know what doing the right thing has done for me?"
"No, so tell me," she sassed as she stepped closer.
"Save a lady in the desert, get left for dead-"
"You saved Angela-"
"Flip a tanker for you, lose a very comfortable retirement-"
"Let Evan have a change of a life-"
"Okay- stop that," Don grumbled, "Angela tried to shoot up your Jupiter and Evan is gone. I didn't help... So, from where I'm standing, doing this- right thing kinda sucks."
"I would go, but I can't even sit, I need to keep my body straight or else I blow my stitches, and my stupid back won't heal- trust me. Judy has already restitched it." She sighed as a hand rested on her hip, as she looked down.
"No, I'm not gonna do it," he shook his head when he met her watery eyes. "Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope," he shook her head. Y/N let a tear fall as she got closer, looking up at him. "No," he shook his head and looked down at her.
Y/N placed her hands on each side of her arms as he met her eyes, asking for so much and so little at the same time.
Don could see this, and knew he was in for it when he met the woman, "son of a-"
