MCA #2 Friday Evening

[long_memory]

Playing nice in public was something Flint and Silver could do in their sleep. Presenting a united front, even if you wanted to strangle the other person, was how they had gotten so far with their schemes. Despite knowing this, Silver was still grateful for Flint's propriety, even if he must have been angry and confused right now.

Silver had decided it was better to have this conversation sooner rather than later, and led Flint to his apartment, locking the door behind them.

"Do you want a drink?" If not, too bad, because he was getting two glasses and the rum out.

[For myself!]

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[freedominthedark]

"You'll regret not going back," Flint said. "It might not be in a month, or a year, but one day you will wake up and cast about in the dark for some proof that you mattered, and I guarantee you won't find it here."

[long_memory]

Silver hated that those words affected him so much. He hated the idea that everything had to mean something. He had prided himself on being someone who didn't need that.

And then there was Flint, voicing out his deepest fears with ease, like he always did.

"I guess I'll deal with that point when I get there," Silver finally said. "I'm sorry, James. I'm not going back."

[freedominthedark]

"Very well." He had sort of known that would have been his answer, but it didn't hurt any less. "This will be the last time you see me, John. I won't tell Madi what you've done. One of us should keep their noble memory of you intact."

[long_memory]

"I was never noble," he said, giving Flint a sad smile. "I thought that was why you kept me around."

[freedominthedark]

"I kept you around because you proved to be more than a common thief," Flint told him. "You were brilliant, you were vicious, and you were my friend."

There had been a time where privately Flint played with the thought that Silver could be more than that, too.

He turned to leave. "Goodbye, John."

[long_memory]

"James, wait--" Silver hadn't even been entirely sure what he wanted to say, half-expecting Flint to just leave.

[freedominthedark]

It was tempting. Flint had unlocked the door, and knew he should have just gone, but he stopped and turned anyway. He gave Silver an expectant look, and told himself not to hope for too much.

[long_memory]

"I--" God, that was twice today he was at a loss for words. It must've been a record. "You were my friend too."

That wasn't what he wanted to say. It in no way touched what Flint had come to mean to him over their years together. But he couldn't say more than that now, not when everything was ruined.

[freedominthedark]

Flint gave him a slight smile and nodded. It wasn't enough to keep him from leaving the apartment a moment later, but it was enough that Flint couldn't entirely regret coming here in the first place.

[long_memory]

As soon as the door closed Silver shakily sat back down at the table, draining his cup of rum. There was a few moments where he just sat there, staring blankly at the wall, wondering what he was supposed to do now.

Evidently, the answer was to shove his glass aside and bury his face in his hands. He'd pull himself together by the time he left the apartment again, like he always did, but right now he was just going to...try to process.