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“I can fucking have him killed. I know someone who'd do it for ten grand. Pocket change.”
Jamie laughs softly, a small, choked sound at the back of his throat.
“You're kidding me on.”
“I wish I wasn't.”
Jamie's good hand comes up to rest lightly on Roy’s hip. His thumb reaches beneath the fabric, making contact with his skin. He's looking through his lashes at him, pleading for something he doesn't know if he wants.
Even if he thinks he does, he doesn't.
Can't.
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OR: the miscommunication fic where uncomfortable memories of a former teammate come back to haunt Roy Kent's developing relationship with Jamie Tartt, and he is tasked with working out what the fuck he wants to do about it.