"No, you left me." Carter sets the glass down, the amiable mask turning hard and cold. "You left me, Eliot. So don't do that. Don't tell me you care because I know – because I lived – that you don't."
He refills their glasses; maybe he needs another drink, maybe he needs something to do with his hands, maybe it's easier to walk the room, take control of the space surrounding them.
"You know, words? They're all good and nice and important in this business. But what matters? That's the deeds. I can talk about how I want to save a man all day long, Eliot, but it won't do him no good if I let him bleed to death, now, will it?"
He leans against the counter.
"You get out, you leave me behind and now you just... show up here after all these years, asking for a job?" He scoffs. "That's even colder than I expected from you. And I expected plenty."
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He refills their glasses; maybe he needs another drink, maybe he needs something to do with his hands, maybe it's easier to walk the room, take control of the space surrounding them.
"You know, words? They're all good and nice and important in this business. But what matters? That's the deeds. I can talk about how I want to save a man all day long, Eliot, but it won't do him no good if I let him bleed to death, now, will it?"
He leans against the counter.
"You get out, you leave me behind and now you just... show up here after all these years, asking for a job?" He scoffs. "That's even colder than I expected from you. And I expected plenty."