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[whitetwoguns]

I'd be real content to never, ever have to do that again. Never say never, not even in these parts... but if I can do anything to prevent another [he pauses to try and find the right word, wait. Nope. No word exists] time like that, you'd better believe I would.

[Except, except, except isn't desperation how a man like White got into the prison? Anyway, he's clean shaven, washed and looking comfortable. The short, short video is cut off.]


Private to Pink;

Hey. I got a question.

Comments

Private;

[whitetwoguns]

What's your beef with Jimmy?

Private;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Wait. Is this because I shot him?

Re: Private;

[whitetwoguns]

Sorta.

Private;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I shot him because I was trying to go home. And he killed me, so really, what's he got with me?

Private;

[whitetwoguns]

I'm not surprised you did what you done.

[Because the old man tried the same thing. Oops.]

He took it real personal from the sound of it. I was wondering if there was something going down.

Private;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I look like some asshole back where he's from.

Private;

[whitetwoguns]

That's what he told me.

[Does that mean something, somehow though? White won't say.]

So were you on the inside?

Private;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah, I guess that's what it is.

[MAYBE.]

.....yeah, but I'm not talking about it.

Private;

[whitetwoguns]

Okay. I wasn't sure. We're on the level. He is sort of growing on me. If there is some shit, I want to know if I'm going to step in it.

[...would that be a reason to make up with one another? It's for both men do decide. The mind does wonder. Pink should be grateful for any guy that wants to be around him.]

Nothing went down then?

Private;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I don't know what his fucking deal with some asshole named Nucky is, but whatever it is, it's got batshit written all over it.

Otherwise, I don't know. He's a good kid. But too fucking smart.

[Not....talking....about......it.]

Private;

[whitetwoguns]

Nucky sounds like Chucky.

[Are you a Chucky, Pink? Hm. Maybe.]

All that world bullshit. I'd rather not think it over.

[No prison talk, no talk about Jimmy. Jesus. Isn't he supposed to be the chatty one?]

Hey. We all don't start out as flawless professionals.

Private;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

There's nothing wrong with being fucking smart. Except he's really fucking smart.

Private;

[whitetwoguns]

So normally there wouldn't be a problem except for he is how he is.

Do you think it's an act? The whole being upset with you thing.

Private;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

It's not an act.

Private;

[whitetwoguns]

Okay. Okay. It's not an act.

[The old man didn't think it was. Something about puppy eyes, you know?]

You're concerned. Yes or no, Pink?

Private;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

About the kid who killed me?

He seems like he needs some help, sure.

Private;

[whitetwoguns]

Jimmy. His name is Jimmy.

Private;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah, him.

Private;

[whitetwoguns]

You said he needs help. What do you suggest?

Private;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I'm no therapist.

Private;

[whitetwoguns]

Fuck. How long have I known you, Pink? I still don't get you.

[Outside of the fact that he is, and will always be, a weasel.]