( if they had to reveal their trauma, sam never would have gotten the damn thing off. that shit is kept locked up in a box and buried in the middle of a deserted island no one even knows exists. he's sure as fuck not about to bust it open for a total stranger β but, sure, divulging some of his shadier past? that's whatever. nathan still doesn't need to know about it, but it's not like it'll hurt telling someone he just met.
he takes a drink of the gin that's been generously offered to him, tipping the glass in kyna's direction in something like a toast. )
Shitty jobs, mostly. ( not that he'll elaborate on what kind of shitty jobs those were. ) This was the 80s, Boston. I'm not that old.
( you know, just in case she was under the impression he worked for the mob during the height of the mafia back in the 20s and 30s. of course, he certainly looks the part now. )
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he takes a drink of the gin that's been generously offered to him, tipping the glass in kyna's direction in something like a toast. )
Shitty jobs, mostly. ( not that he'll elaborate on what kind of shitty jobs those were. ) This was the 80s, Boston. I'm not that old.
( you know, just in case she was under the impression he worked for the mob during the height of the mafia back in the 20s and 30s. of course, he certainly looks the part now. )