“Hear me out, that would be enough.” [ for gates jesus christ the bullshittery never ends ]

{ Hamilton Starters | Accepting }

“Hear you out,” Gates had been hearing out Flint’s stories for years. There was no denying the younger man had a gift for persuasion – and the fatal flaw had always been the willingness to listen to a man whose own ears were closed to anything he didn’t like to hear. “You really think you can sweet talk your way out of this one? You fucking killed me Flint. That’s not something a man can just forgive and forget.” 

Although it was – reasonably debatable to refer to himself as a man, at this juncture. He was something, certainly, but a man was probably pushing the lines of credibility too far. Whatever he was – whatever these infernal whispers were – he did recognize the fact that right now, the only person he had for this was the very same shithead that killed him to begin with. 

Heaving a sigh, he leaned back, opening his arms toward the man and shrugging before slapping his hands on his thighs. There was nothing for it – if he was going to get Flint to budge, he’d have to be the one to compromise first, for now. “Go on then,” The words felt like gravel in his throat, sounded like it too, “Explain to me why I had to die. It damn well better be good.”