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Interrogation

Brett/Eddy

Brett sighed, hiding a smile "I see you haven't changed one bit, Eddy"

Eddy looked away shyly with a small huff, " Wish I could say the same to you, you're more machine than man, unlike your old bright self" it's a lie: Deep down Brett was the same and Eddy knew it but he's pissy over the capture; more so with himself than his captor. What kind of assassin freezes up!

"Is that why you tried to kill me then, or did someone send you?"

" If it were me on my own resolve you'd be dead by now!" Eddy growled with the snap of his thought before realizing he gave away too much once again falling into weakness. He bit his tongue until it became painful.

"Ah see, still running your mouth like crazy under pressure. This is just like the good old days. Don't you miss it?" Brett grinned, leaning closer to intimidate his subject.

Eddy knew he wasn't typically like this, only Brett could get such a reaction from him.

He absolutely hated it, the more reason the man simply had to go, " no"

He said stale with slitted eyes stuck in a glare. Sure he missed Brett but he also had someone else to live for, he had finally made a life for himself out of the mob bosses shadow, " I don't miss being your dog always stuck on a chain"

"Ouch," Brett exclaimed sarcastically, holding his hand dramatically over his heart as if it hurt. It actually did, but he wasn't about to let that show.

"If I recall correctly, though, we were 'partners', right?" he corrected him, emphasizing the important word and leaning on one of the few bare walls in the room.

" If you could consider it that" A low growl escaped his throat, not helping with his own comparison of a dog. Eddy attempted to roll to his other side to face the wall Brett wasn't leaning on, he didn't care if he was rolling right onto his injured shoulder, he was beyond stubborn even if it meant exposing his back to the enemy which was a big no no.

"Come on, I treated you fairly. You know the risks I took to work with you," Brett pointed out, noticing his exposed back and how the light red stripes flared across exposed skin. Brett licked his lower lip, knowing what they meant.

Eddy huffed again for the second time during their conversation," Did you?" He retorted sharply as if it were a playground dispute between toddlers. In a sense it kinda was.

He instinctively tried to cover himself more feeling slightly exposed, feeling Brett's gaze without being able to see the onlooker despite it being his choice to look away from his captor.

"You got your fair share of the loot, every time. I don't know what made you think you didn't, suddenly," Brett shrugged dragging his eyes across Eddy's tiger stripes.

" It's disappointing to know that you think I was talking about the money. The money never mattered to me" Eddy scoffed with a bitter laugh, he needed to push his emotions down and quickly he was being too weak, too vulnerable, he was giving Brett the tools to tear him apart. Maybe he wanted to be.

He glanced over his shoulder catching Brett's eyes, scanning over his back, more weakness. The assassin's face turned cherry red as the evidence of his partner's passion was put on display.

The silence in the air was heavy, and Brett caught himself wandering into thoughts and feelings he did not expect to come back the way they did. He pushed them to the side.

"So, who's the lucky person?" he asked, trying to sound like he was teasing.

Eddy bit his lip in embarrassment, what was he supposed to do just chat like they were old buds, " I'm your prisoner, do you really want me to talk about things that pertain to my personal life? Do you think I'm that dumb to talk about it when you could possibly slaughter h–them" he almost said him but tried to catch himself before giving too much away. He swiped his uneasy fingers against the ring settled on his left hand. At first glance it could be thought of as a symbol of marriage or engagement but in reality was just a promise made between two nerds if the fictional elvish style said anything.