"I don't have daddy issues. My dad is a joyless man with high standards, it don't bother me. He's just pissy I'm not a Rabbi. And my mom, she just wants the grandkids she'd never getting." Taliesin would sooner die than have kids - and he very nearly did. He had no intent to ever father children. "They live in Cwmafan and they barely have phone reception. They ain't an issue, they barely exist to me."
He never visited much either so really, he didn't think they have any impact on his life. Or, at least, that was what he kept telling Holden. "Usually we just discuss pointless bullshit for like half an hour and then I ask him about his life and I get myself home." And once, he passed out in the room on the couch and slept there overnight.
"Shame. You'd have made an excellent rabbi." Give or take some bacon butties, he supposed. Honestly, he didn't know if anything about Taliesin's diet had ever been koscher. Maybe that was the point, there were those daddy issues right there. Kian smirked and then parked the car, checking his watch.
"You need me to walk you to the door? Anyway, I'm calling a cab, drive yourself home if you want."
He wasn't waiting around, he still had a life. Or at least he could try and get himself some. A good fuck was a great way to mull over a case.
"I can walk myself. Give me my keys." He waited for Kian to hand them over before he got out, shoving his keys into his pockets before he looked at the smarmy little fucker. "Go back to work, you dumb fuck. You wanna win your cases? You want to replace me? Start practising. The thing that makes guys like me an asset is not having a life. So unless you're willing to go right back to work, you're never gonna get my job."
They basically wanted someone to take on his case load without any help and that was impossible. Unless you wanted a heart attack at 40 and everyone whining at you for overworking.
"I'm doing work, I just don't want to hang around the office for it. That's why I read those files you find so unnecessary to look at so carefully." Meant he could review them later. He had a good memory, really helped with that. "I just find I can focus more when I've fucked well. Really sets me up for the big win tomorrow."
He winked, because he assumed Tallie could see well enough to make that out by now. Maybe not, but hey. "I'm not going to sleep tonight, but I'll see you at court tomorrow. Well prepped."
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He never visited much either so really, he didn't think they have any impact on his life. Or, at least, that was what he kept telling Holden. "Usually we just discuss pointless bullshit for like half an hour and then I ask him about his life and I get myself home." And once, he passed out in the room on the couch and slept there overnight.
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"You need me to walk you to the door? Anyway, I'm calling a cab, drive yourself home if you want."
He wasn't waiting around, he still had a life. Or at least he could try and get himself some. A good fuck was a great way to mull over a case.
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They basically wanted someone to take on his case load without any help and that was impossible. Unless you wanted a heart attack at 40 and everyone whining at you for overworking.
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He winked, because he assumed Tallie could see well enough to make that out by now. Maybe not, but hey. "I'm not going to sleep tonight, but I'll see you at court tomorrow. Well prepped."