[Weirdly enough, as tense and awkward as this situation is, it's actually doing fucking wonders for Church's wariness of Maine. Doing wonders for him to be able to separate the muscly asshole in front of him from the monster whose head he died in.
Helps enough that after a moment of that tense, mournful silence, Church is picking up another perfectly crisp piece of bacon, shoving it into his mouth and
CRUNCH
Honestly, he doesn't know what the big guy is so upset over. From what he knows, half the Freelancers were complete assholes. And clearly the psychotic half of them didn't give that much of a shit about
CRUNCH
killing the others and whatever mess went down. And even the arguably sane members -- Agent Washington -- didn't give that much of a shit about putting bullets in people's heads when they were disarmed and bleeding out anyway so
CRUNCH
seriously, what's the big deal? Never mind that this whole thing makes Church agitated as fuck for reasons he doesn't really know. Never mind that even he'd had a moment where he'd felt sick seeing Wyoming fall, that he'd followed Wash in silence for a while after South, some uncomfortable feeling in his chest, despite the fact that Delta had said she needed to die
CRUNCH
which, you know, made sense. And not because Wash had some bullshit theory about him agreeing with Delta because he was part of his brain or some weird crap like that. It just, y'know, made sense
CRRRRRRRUNCH
... huh. Maine still hasn't made a move for his pancakes. Well, if he's not going to...
With a piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth, Church reaches forward with his fork, determined to spear and steal one of those fluffy flapjacks getting cold on Maine's half of the table.]
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Helps enough that after a moment of that tense, mournful silence, Church is picking up another perfectly crisp piece of bacon, shoving it into his mouth and
CRUNCH
Honestly, he doesn't know what the big guy is so upset over. From what he knows, half the Freelancers were complete assholes. And clearly the psychotic half of them didn't give that much of a shit about
CRUNCH
killing the others and whatever mess went down. And even the arguably sane members -- Agent Washington -- didn't give that much of a shit about putting bullets in people's heads when they were disarmed and bleeding out anyway so
CRUNCH
seriously, what's the big deal? Never mind that this whole thing makes Church agitated as fuck for reasons he doesn't really know. Never mind that even he'd had a moment where he'd felt sick seeing Wyoming fall, that he'd followed Wash in silence for a while after South, some uncomfortable feeling in his chest, despite the fact that Delta had said she needed to die
CRUNCH
which, you know, made sense. And not because Wash had some bullshit theory about him agreeing with Delta because he was part of his brain or some weird crap like that. It just, y'know, made sense
CRRRRRRRUNCH
... huh. Maine still hasn't made a move for his pancakes. Well, if he's not going to...
With a piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth, Church reaches forward with his fork, determined to spear and steal one of those fluffy flapjacks getting cold on Maine's half of the table.]