“Watch it,” The warning tone was belied only by the amusement on his expression, “Unless you want folk to start thinking you’ve crawled out of your depression pit.”
It was fucking good to see the man acting human though, no doubt about that. It was reaching the point Charles had genuinely considered asking Rackham if not shooting Flint at this point was doing him a disservice. There had to be a point when a man got back up – or those around him just accepted the fact he never fucking would.
Gates and Silver might be willing to let this fuck languish around and rot, but if all he was going to do was bloat himself in the interior and refuse to make anything of himself then what point was there in living and wasting valuable resources?
“Come on.” He offered no further explanation than that as he headed off – either Flint would follow, or he would slink back into his hole. Whatever action he chose would tell all that needed to be said on whether or not he was genuinely getting better, or just being a prick.
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