[ He returns the smile, because they both went through that mess. Because he can look back on it now and think what a clusterfuck. There are still things he's sorting through, like his relationship with Dom after it all, but for the most part, he has positive feelings towards the job.
It taught him more than a few things, which is what he can always be down for. ]
No, I wouldn't. Maybe that makes me as bad as the people who dream full time, but– I'm pretty sure I'm in this for life.
[ It isn't a personal question he wants to avoid. Because while there are plenty in their career who do this for the money, it's never been about that for him. Arthur chases the possibilities, the creation, the adrenaline. Money is secondary. ]
Would you?
[ Stop, he means. Somehow he thinks Yusuf is in the same boat. ]
Shit, I forgot, I brought some. Iced, if that doesn't make me some kind of heathen here.
[ With that, he hooks the carafe of tea out of his bag, leaning to set it on the counter. Coming empty-handed would've chafed at him. Maybe it's a holdover from his mother, who never went to anyone's house without something to share. ]
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[ He returns the smile, because they both went through that mess. Because he can look back on it now and think what a clusterfuck. There are still things he's sorting through, like his relationship with Dom after it all, but for the most part, he has positive feelings towards the job.
It taught him more than a few things, which is what he can always be down for. ]
No, I wouldn't. Maybe that makes me as bad as the people who dream full time, but– I'm pretty sure I'm in this for life.
[ It isn't a personal question he wants to avoid. Because while there are plenty in their career who do this for the money, it's never been about that for him. Arthur chases the possibilities, the creation, the adrenaline. Money is secondary. ]
Would you?
[ Stop, he means. Somehow he thinks Yusuf is in the same boat. ]
Shit, I forgot, I brought some. Iced, if that doesn't make me some kind of heathen here.
[ With that, he hooks the carafe of tea out of his bag, leaning to set it on the counter. Coming empty-handed would've chafed at him. Maybe it's a holdover from his mother, who never went to anyone's house without something to share. ]