Please, Stay With Me

Hypotheticals

"So what'd the Bastard want with you?" Wolf asked, waiting outside as instructed. Their next task, they'd preform together, which Wolf always appreciated. Gray was smart and precise, and therefore, always well preforming. He was guaranteed to be in Donald's good books as long as he just went along with whatever Gray did.

The smaller's pretty face contorted into a scowl, "Something about my identity getting leaked," He hummed back, sliding his phone back into his pocket, "I'm not concerned." Gray was actually very concerned, especially with the fact that even the gang knew now. Word was spreading like wildfire, and soon everything would come to light, leaving Gray alone to deal with the aftermath of "The White Mamba". He'd have to prepare for seeing those looks on his, previous, friends' faces when they looked at in in one hundred percent confidence, knowing that he was on the opposition.

Wolf half-snorted, "I'm not concerned," He mocked in a voice that sounded nothing like Gray's, the little chatting hand motion he was making did not decrease the other's annoyance. "Well you sound pretty fucking wound up about it," From his pocket, he fished out another pack of cigarettes. At this rate, he wouldn't live to see thirty.

When offered, Gray accepted. Maybe he didn't expect thirty anyway, seeing as how the world was going to shit around them. The taller extended a lighter, their little ritual, shielding it as they both lit their smokes. It didn't make Gray feel any better, nicotine-wise at least, but mirroring the action of the boy next to him gave him a false sense of peace, like someone was going through it too. Like they were in this together. "If," He began, a risky, risky, risky, set of choice words, "Something were to happen to The Union," In a lower voice, his violet eyes darted side to side to check for onlookers as they moved onto the location of their next task. "To Donald," Gray clarified, not meeting his eyes, "What would you do?"

The other hummed, musing the question. Without even looking he could tell Wolf was smiling that crazed smile he bore when he was fighting, he liked the idea. Good. Gray would need all the help he could get. "I don't know," Wolf eventually shrugged, taking in a puff of smoke, "Depends on what was happening. On if it were a slow underlying issue slowly chipping away at the machine or an all on unanticipated rebellion against a perfect force." He eyed Gray out of the corner of his eyes as he spoke these words, growing more excited by the second.

"Perhaps it would be a bit of both," It was at this moment, he realized he'd been spending far too much time with these people. The Union. Wolf. Because as he spoke those words, of an uprising, of a dethroning, he felt his own lips beginning to twitch into a similarly sick smirk. "Hypothetically of course,"

"Of course," The other echoed back, "However," His smile faltered, "There is one major... stipulation when it comes to this hypothetical, completely unbelievable and illogical ploy."

He was fishing, and Gray would bite, "Hmm? What's that now?"

Wolf tapped the body of his cigarette on his fingertips, allowing little flutters of dark ashes to twirl away. "Well, I can get behind a lot of things, but leadership? It's the defining factor in whether or not the whole thing'll you know? Hold." Silver eyes were tired when they met Gray's, the pair slowed, a leisurely walk. "So, the real question is, in this fake-scenario, who would be bossing me around?" Wolf wanted out, Donald was a tyrant, but, to replace one tyrant with another would be a meaningless endeavor. He wanted to hear the words from Gray's lips, "And what would become of the ruins?"

The other was, to say the absolute least, taken off guard by how thorough Wolf was being. The entire reason he'd planned to spill his guts about this, was because he was near certain that the other wouldn't ask questions about it. Gray laughed, "You got a wire or something? Want me to incriminate myself?"