#ugh.. ashton's so smarmy

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Ashton: Mornin’. Darien: Did Wyatt stay out all night? Ashton: Mmh, apparently. Perhaps he took my advice after all.

Wyatt: [snorts] Don’t flatter yourself. Ashton: But I’m so good at it. Darien: You could have sent a text or-…

Wyatt: Sorry, dad. Ashton: Is it just me, or has the stench of misery lifted somewhat? Darien: Misery doesn’t smell, you sound ridiculous.

Ashton: Whatever. I’d hate to say I told you so, but I’d be lying. Wyatt: Yeah, yeah.. enjoy your victory whilst you can. Ashton: Oh, I will. In fact, I’ll celebrate in the sauna-.. if you’re going to join me, take a shower first.

…

Darien: Where’d you-… Wyatt: We need to leave, like.. now. Darien: Why? What’ve you done?

[Wyatt glances over his shoulder before grabbing Darien fervently by the scruff of his vest. In a hushed tone, he explains all that transpired the previous night]

Darien: But you knew-… Wyatt: I didn’t know, know! Ash always said-.. I’d never thought-.. I don’t know, okay?! Seeing it with my own eyes was just-… Darien: Different, too much, too real..?

Wyatt: I don’t want this anymore, I-.. it’s just one fucked up situation to the next. Darien: No, no.. I get it, and I’m glad; but where are we supposed to-… Wyatt: Not we.

Darien: What? Wyatt: You’re not exactly on the run, not like I am. Darien: I wouldn’t be so sure about that; I’ve done my fair share.

Wyatt: [scoffs] It pales in comparison. Darien: But we’ve stuck together since.. forever. Wyatt: I don’t want to be the one to drag you down.

Darien: You won’t. Wyatt: I might. Darien: You’re not going to turn yourself in, are you?

Wyatt: What’s the point? Darien: [sighs] Let’s get out of here, we’ll figure something out later. Wyatt: I’m not going to change my mind.

Darien: I mean, you say that now… Wyatt: I promise I won’t. You can do me one last favour though; I need a new identity. Darien: There’s nothing wrong with the one you have-.. but I suppose it couldn’t hurt.