There was an odd quality of skepticism in his voice. And his expression. His head cocked to one side, looking McCrane up and down. "Out of both of us, who has made poorer choices?"
He spoke of things back home, of course. Of the fact McCrane still lived. Of the fact McCrane had everything he could want -- family, friends. And here, the other BP had made a name for himself, made an impression.
He shook his head. "And you believe that I do?" he asked, quietly. "I... have been standing in the same place, waiting, ever since Kay left. McCrane..."
It was supposed to make the other BP feel better. He wasn't sure if it was succeeding or not.
"I'm not the one to ask. Not about these things." He glanced back the way he'd come, after a moment, before adding. "But you can stand with me, until we figure it out."
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There was an odd quality of skepticism in his voice. And his expression. His head cocked to one side, looking McCrane up and down. "Out of both of us, who has made poorer choices?"
He spoke of things back home, of course. Of the fact McCrane still lived. Of the fact McCrane had everything he could want -- family, friends. And here, the other BP had made a name for himself, made an impression.
He shook his head. "And you believe that I do?" he asked, quietly. "I... have been standing in the same place, waiting, ever since Kay left. McCrane..."
It was supposed to make the other BP feel better. He wasn't sure if it was succeeding or not.
"I'm not the one to ask. Not about these things." He glanced back the way he'd come, after a moment, before adding. "But you can stand with me, until we figure it out."