( Ezra lets go of Rusty's hand and opens his eyes, the feelings of his husband's kiss still lingering on his lips. Only a minute or so, sixty seconds, if that have passed. He's still not any closer to any answers. Except.
He doesn't set his seatback upright again. Not yet. He stays reclined. )
They're monitoring communications. It's weeks away. He told me to choose.
( He knew his answer the minute he asked. He also knows what David wants, what he tried to do at first. When he tried to leave. Ezra should choose himself. Not David's family. Not his legacy.
It stopped being a choice. It just is. )
I'm staying. It gives him an angle, should he need it - the husband who finally betrayed him and the company. And if not - something happens - to him - or to me. Irina still has one of us.
( And if not, someone at the bunker. )
Maybe I can do more good before they drag me back.
( He sends one more message. A black heart to his husband before breaking his phone (nat 20) and tossing its' parts into the glove compartment, closing it with his knee. )
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He doesn't set his seatback upright again. Not yet. He stays reclined. )
They're monitoring communications. It's weeks away. He told me to choose.
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[Rusty won't judge him either way. In the end, it's Ezra's decision, and regardless, he can't go back to Kansas. He just has to decide.]
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It stopped being a choice. It just is. )
I'm staying. It gives him an angle, should he need it - the husband who finally betrayed him and the company. And if not - something happens - to him - or to me. Irina still has one of us.
( And if not, someone at the bunker. )
Maybe I can do more good before they drag me back.
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Ditch your phone. Anti-scrying charms are in the glove box.
[And once the phone is gone, he'll shift the car into drive and put lots of distance between them and it.]
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