[dislike is a strong word. does he dislike the laissez-faire attitude embry cops sometimes when he suggests a more responsible strategy? of course. does he dislike the brick wall he's faced with every time he remotely touches on this inexplicable thing that has him putting on some sort of facade beyond the usual when it comes to this job? frustrating, especially when it feels like looking in a mirror more than hawk already does around him. does he dislike sitting in this lair of liability where anyone can clock the vice president and store it away for a rainy day? absolutely - he's not foolish enough to take anyone's word at the door otherwise. but does he dislike embry moore?
no. no - not at all, or he wouldn't be here in the first place trying to protect him from himself.
even if he'd rather not be spending his night here babysitting when he could be dealing with his own demons in a dark motel with a nameless someone facedown and taking them with a brutality that would never be enough to make him forget softer nights and sweet stolen moments.
hawk wishes he had a drink in hand, enough that he might take a swallow, pursing his lips in a sidelong salute and carry on the double entendre that embry finds oh so amusing. there's an energy resonating off of him that means he's either in a good mood or a very poor one - hawk's frustrated that it's taken this long and still sometimes is too hard to tell the difference.]
I don't recall any complaints about my endurance in the past.
[not from embry, and certainly not from anyone else. as if he sticks around long enough for more than one round anyway. not if he can help it.
there's a blink of surprise when his wrist is grabbed so freely, fingers feeling the barest brush of embry's lips as he sucks in on the bitter taste of nicotine before letting it go and exhaling in an oh so casual gesture that's a step too intimate for his tastes.]
Those things'll kill you, you know.
[do as he says, not as he does, obviously. and that's not the only advice he'll be giving, but first - hawk follows up with the same waiter not least of all to avoid the eyes that have landed on him as he puts in a request for a hard scotch, neat, and make it a double. his fingers itch to have it occupying his hand now, so he'd have another reason to ignore someone hardly his type in more ways than one. and no, he's not particularly interested in elaborating on any of those thoughts with his - boss, essentially, even if it's difficult to think of the younger man like that.
so hawk goes and does what he's best at: he puts on the mask, letting the icy twinkle glint in his eye and oozing all the charm he can muster as he tips his immaculate jawline in her direction as acknowledgment that he sees her, he knows what she wants, but there is a simple reality that he is far too much for her to handle. certainly not because the appendages she's equipped with aren't the kind that makes his own stir - never that.
and because embry so graciously sidestepped his own question, hawk does the same, turning away from the woman's disappointed gaze to lean in and murmur low near the shell of his ear, enough that it won't be overheard over the light classical music and minimal chatter.]
Look - you can do whatever it is you need to do, work out whatever you've got going on - but it probably shouldn't be here.
[and privately? hawk definitely doesn't think it should be with a stranger. but he's not getting paid nearly enough nor is he remotely close to embry on that level to say as much. not that it would be an offer, per se - but the thought doesn't have him shutting down as immediately as he would if one of his no-strings nights showed up on the spot. it's be a hell of a lot neater, for one thing.]
no subject
no. no - not at all, or he wouldn't be here in the first place trying to protect him from himself.
even if he'd rather not be spending his night here babysitting when he could be dealing with his own demons in a dark motel with a nameless someone facedown and taking them with a brutality that would never be enough to make him forget softer nights and sweet stolen moments.
hawk wishes he had a drink in hand, enough that he might take a swallow, pursing his lips in a sidelong salute and carry on the double entendre that embry finds oh so amusing. there's an energy resonating off of him that means he's either in a good mood or a very poor one - hawk's frustrated that it's taken this long and still sometimes is too hard to tell the difference.]
I don't recall any complaints about my endurance in the past.
[not from embry, and certainly not from anyone else. as if he sticks around long enough for more than one round anyway. not if he can help it.
there's a blink of surprise when his wrist is grabbed so freely, fingers feeling the barest brush of embry's lips as he sucks in on the bitter taste of nicotine before letting it go and exhaling in an oh so casual gesture that's a step too intimate for his tastes.]
Those things'll kill you, you know.
[do as he says, not as he does, obviously. and that's not the only advice he'll be giving, but first - hawk follows up with the same waiter not least of all to avoid the eyes that have landed on him as he puts in a request for a hard scotch, neat, and make it a double. his fingers itch to have it occupying his hand now, so he'd have another reason to ignore someone hardly his type in more ways than one. and no, he's not particularly interested in elaborating on any of those thoughts with his - boss, essentially, even if it's difficult to think of the younger man like that.
so hawk goes and does what he's best at: he puts on the mask, letting the icy twinkle glint in his eye and oozing all the charm he can muster as he tips his immaculate jawline in her direction as acknowledgment that he sees her, he knows what she wants, but there is a simple reality that he is far too much for her to handle. certainly not because the appendages she's equipped with aren't the kind that makes his own stir - never that.
and because embry so graciously sidestepped his own question, hawk does the same, turning away from the woman's disappointed gaze to lean in and murmur low near the shell of his ear, enough that it won't be overheard over the light classical music and minimal chatter.]
Look - you can do whatever it is you need to do, work out whatever you've got going on - but it probably shouldn't be here.
[and privately? hawk definitely doesn't think it should be with a stranger. but he's not getting paid nearly enough nor is he remotely close to embry on that level to say as much. not that it would be an offer, per se - but the thought doesn't have him shutting down as immediately as he would if one of his no-strings nights showed up on the spot. it's be a hell of a lot neater, for one thing.]