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[Darien turned the volume of his phone down only a little, gleefully enduring Wyatt’s continued expletives]
Darien: Are you done?
[Darien’s speaker crackled as Wyatt threw his hand up with an agitated sigh]
Darien: It’s safe and he wanted to see you, I don’t see the problem.
Wyatt: You just wanted to fuck with me.
Darien: Well, that too.
Wyatt: He didn’t even book a rental.
Darien: I think you should let him stay with you; it’ll be.. cathartic.
Wyatt: Fuck off, Darien.
Darien: Gladly.
[Wyatt tutted as Darien hung up-.. what a dickhead. Tossing his phone onto the bed in defeat, he stomped back downstairs; the audacity of his so-called friend was immeasurably irritating sometimes…]
…
[in Komorebian]
Wyatt: I’m gonna let him stay for a few days-.. as long as it’s alright with you.
Brynn: He doesn’t remember me, does he?
Wyatt: Nope.
[Brynn squinted suspiciously; if Kian recognised her, he certainly didn’t show it]
Wyatt: Say the word and he’s gone.
Brynn: Hm, I don’t think he has enough brain cells to be a threat on his own.
Wyatt: Yeah, I doubt it-.. who knows, anyway; perhaps he’s a changed man.
[Brynn briefly returned the mirthful look in Wyatt’s eyes and snorted over her shoulder, whisking Ellis upstairs with a well-practiced air of indifference]
Kian: Putting her in her place, eh?
Wyatt: Sure…
Kian: Tch, women.
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