#i love darien like.. don't bite the hand that feeds PLZ

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Oscar: [hissed] What did I fucking say?! Wyatt: I know, but-… Oscar: And you-.. fuck you for bringing him here! The hell is wrong with you? Darien: Uh.. it’s important? Wyatt: I need to find someone; get me their address and I’ll leave. Oscar: Like I give a shit what you need-.. get the fuck off my porch! Wyatt: Please..! [A heavy silence fell between the trio as Oscar and Darien stared at Wyatt in shock, the desperation in his voice taking all three men by surprise] Wyatt: [sighs] If I had any other choice, do you think I’d be here? Oscar: God knows-.. who’re you trying to find? [Wyatt hesitated, chewing the inside of his cheek; he didn’t particularly want anyone to know why he was here] Oscar: I ain’t doing shit unless you tell me… Wyatt: I want to talk to someone who might know where Brynn is. Oscar: Brynn? [Darien’s mouth fell open questioningly, though he said nothing] Wyatt: Did I stutter? Oscar: Why? Wyatt: Does it matter? I’m not gonna hurt the guy, I just-.. she might be in trouble. Oscar: Thanks to you, no doubt. Wyatt: Actually not.. if you can believe that. Oscar: I can’t. Wyatt: Could you refrain from being a complete bellend for five minutes? You’re wasting my time! Oscar: Sorry-.. I’m wasting your time? [Wyatt pinched the bridge of his nose; he didn’t have time for Oscar’s belligerence] Darien: Maybe we could do something productive instead of bickering? Just a thought… Oscar: I’m coming with you. Wyatt: No, you’re-… Oscar: Non-negotiable, it’s the only way I can be sure you aren’t dirtying my conscience again. Wyatt: Like you didn’t dirty it yourself, at least-… [Wyatt winced as Darien thrust his elbow into his ribcage] Wyatt: [wheezes] I have his work email. Oscar: That’ll have to do.