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"I don't like this"
"I'm not asking if you like it, I'm informing you of what's happening"
The buffalo huffed in annoyance at the other snippy remark. The intimidating gesture would leave most reduced to a nervous blob, but not him. He remained steady where he stood, eyes unmoving. A sensual shiver ran down his back, but beyond that remain as just. Standing from the couch he mumbled.
"Point taken, continue"
Collecting their dishes he walked to the kitchen.
"It'll only be for 3 months, knowing him he'd mostlikey ban my communications to all but his men. So don't get too worried if I don't pick-up or call."
Trashing the scraps he packed the dishes into the dishwasher, Ruben grimaced. He could go a few days maybe a week, but 3 months plus the knowledge of what he was doing left a bad taste in his mouth. Looking to the left overs atop the stove he we ahead and put it in a container. Foregoing the fridge and setting it onto the counter for it to cool he returned to the living room. He sat once again infront the opposite couch which seated the Finnick who atop the giant cushion and looked relatively relaxed and calm. A little too much if you take into consideration what the job he was hired to do was.
"I don't like this. You said you'd avoid this kind of affiliation with your past."
"Avoiding is one thing ignoring is another, and I've been ignoring my past for years now. Guess its finally catching up to me, life is a bitch."
Ruben lowered his gaze to the coffee table between them, internalizing the others words. It was still a mystery to him what all his lovers done in shady past. Much illegal he presumed, the others proficiency with knife use was enough convincing. But those crimes were technically unseen by the law at large. Something like this could get him into real trouble. Noticeable trouble. If it got big enough and with enough attention he'd be the one charged with dealing with it. He was not looking forward to something like that. A chuckle from across himself halted him from his train of thought. He looked to the other.
"Your doing it again. Over thinking and over analysing, you need calm yourself. What ever happens, happens."
The buffalo frowned at the others nonchalant attitude. This was serious. Slamming his hoofed hand on top the wooded coffee top he voiced in a stern tone.
"This is serious. You need to think of what the repercussions could be. I can't calm down knowing you're going to be out there protecting some mob-boss from nearly ever gang that wants his head. Not to mention it will garner attention and I will be charged with the responsibility of it"
The slight raised voice brought notice to the others worry turned anger.
The finnick remained silent throughout the other dialogue. Internalizing the others worries and fears. Large furred ears flickered back slightly in acknowledgment of his lovers tempered voice. Speech ended hand without a word he stood up on the cushion below and walked to its edge, across the table, then ontop the opposite couch. Looking up to his frustrated lover who remained seated, elbow on knee and hand slow rubbing his forehead to ease the tension/pain. He sighed, lifting a paw to rub the others tee-shirted shoulder. The hard muscle was tensed. He hated stressing his lover out, he got enough of that from the precinct.
They knew this was a long time coming, both worried of the day his past would come bite him in the ass so they spent all the time they could together. The dreaded day was here, and they knew where this had the potential of leading to for their relationship.
"I'm sorry. This is serious, and I understand you're scared-"
The buffaos gaze was all that looked to him.
"Cause I am too."