#shut UP darien.. wyatt did not just kinda smile at a child and give him money

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Wyatt: Do you still hang out with Wade? Darien: Kinda. Wyatt: Kinda? Darien: Well, he’s in prison at the moment. Wyatt: What the hell for? Darien: Insurance fraud. Wyatt: For fuck’s sake… Darien: I told him it was a bad idea. Wyatt: Who else do you know who’s good with computers in an unsavoury manner? Darien: Why? Wyatt: I need to find someone’s address-.. I don’t have much to go off though. Darien: Who’re you looking for? Wyatt: It’s not important. [Darien squinted, pausing for a moment before daring to answer] Darien: What about Oscar? Wyatt: [scoffs] Funny. Darien: I don’t know anyone else. Wyatt: He’d kill me-.. he even said as much. Darien: Come on, we both know he wouldn’t. [Wyatt shook his head; it was the principle more than anything-.. although, he was pretty desperate at this point] Darien: I know his address… Wyatt: How..? Darien: I helped him figure out his self-employment taxes. Wyatt: The fuck… Darien: What? He doesn’t hate me-.. I’m a legitimate accountant these days, thank you very much. Uh, he might be less likely to commit a felony if I came with you? Wyatt: We’re not-… Zach: [breathlessly] Did I do good? Wyatt: A little too dramatic for my liking, but sure-.. here. [Zach’s eyes lit up as Wyatt shoved a hefty wad of simoleons into his outstretched palm] Wyatt: Get yourself a coat. Zach: Holy smokes-.. I could buy four coats with this much cash! Wyatt: Yeah, well.. get a decent one, it’ll last longer. Zach: Thanks, mister! [Darien blinked, almost as shocked as Zach; he wanted to ask if his eyes had deceived him, not that he had to…] Wyatt: Shut up.