"We'll look into them. I bet there's an angle. If they're gay bashers who can't handle being parents, they've probably pissed a few people off." It shouldn't be too hard to piss them off. He already had several angles to take this in his head. They wanted to accuse his friend of being a pedo? Oh, they'd fucking rue the day.
"Okay, Holden, you're gonna go home and fucking breathe. You're gonna hug your kid, fuck your boyfriend, I don't care. And then tomorrow, you get me confirmation that you can get letters from his therapist, teachers, his fucking priest for all I care. Just letters that reflect that Gideon is doing better, he's less damaged but definitely damaged by those fucks."
And that was the main thing that they needed from Holden. For now. "Kian will get us our cop, I'm going to dig on the parents and start working up some paths to take. This is the easy part. We gather, we plan." The most boring part. "When is the custody hearing?"
"It's end of next month." He got out the file he had in his backpack, fingers shaking a little. This was a lot all at once and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. Was he supposed to get his hopes up? He didn't quite dare. He took a breath and then, quite suddenly, he got up and hugged Taliesin tightly. He hadn't thought he could ever have hope again, not with everything that was going on, so this was such a relief. "Thank you. I-- Thank you."
Being hugged was not something he had much experience with outside of his mam and ... well, that was kind of it. He was awkward for a while, just letting Holden hug him and then he remembered his arms could work and held him in return, patting his back like his dad always used to do.
"Yeah, yeah. Stop getting handsy, gay boy." He gently pushed Holden back and sighed, afraid he was going to get emotional or something. "Leave the file with me and go home, yeah? I'll handle it from here."
"Thank you," Holden said again, then he turned to Kian and nodded. "Thank you too."
"Don't thank me. I'm basically a glorified assistant, I have to do whatever he wants." Within reason. Still, he simply shrugged and got up, holding the door open for their newest client. "Show Mr O'Shea outside, Linda, will you? Call him a cab, it's pissing it down."
With that, Kian closed the door and leaned back against it, smirking at Taliesin. "Damn. What did you do, buy your soul back from the devil?"
"No, no, no. Though it's a nice idea but no. See, it's perfect. Defending faggots and getting political - oh, they're gonna love this. And they're not even going to know until I go to trial cause it's pro-bono. My own masterpiece." He was smirking now, slightly unhinged, as he poured himself a big glass of whiskey with his shaky hands.
"They're gonna fire me sooner or later. May as well leave a lasting mark before I get pushed out of this world." If he was going to have his livelihood taken away, he'd just have to ruin everyone else's too.
"Oh, the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed." Taliesin practically growled as he started pacing around his office like a furious wolf, waiting for the kill. "Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Kian laughed, walking back over to his desk and watching the performance, as that was what it was. He sat down and clapped, showing Tally the appreciation he deserved for this. Still. "Devious. Superb. Very inspired."
And, yeah, he was aware that he'd have to be careful here not to get outed. Whatever though, he might have abandoned a lot of principles and have dubious morals, but this case... He did like the idea of justice prevailing here. "Still. You've got a soft spot for the Irish lad. It's sweet."
He lifted his water bottle to toast him. "Cheers. I like it. Hard to not fall for the Celtic boys, I know."
"He's alright, he's a soft thing. I'm just tired of the world stiffing us. And you know what else? I'm tired of shitty dads winning." So yeah, he had a lot of fun reasons for them. Well, maybe he could make a new career out of some kind of political gay lawyer or something. It wasn't what he wanted and way less work but hell, he could make a good fucking show of it.
"If they ask, I made you do it. You can save your skin." He still had a career. Tally did not. He was just playing teacher until he could be dismissed.
"It's fine. Who knows, times are changing. All those closeted assholes I've been fucking might be proud faggots one day yet." He shrugged and finally finished off his lunch, packing it away. "I'll head over to the station then. See what cop I have to handle how."
There were so many different shades of homophobia he could get, it was kind of exciting. "See what kind of jury we could get. Holden's educated, anyone elitist might be swayed by that, plus they all fancy themselves liberal. Anyway, I think he's straight women handsome, might score us some points. Non-threatening handsomeness."
"Good luck with the cops." Tally huffed out a laugh and started lighting up, wondering if he was committing career suicide or just making a wise step towards screwing those assholes over. "Bring me back something nice from the cop den."
With a smirk, he exhaled smoke. "Non-threatening handsome? Someone has a crusssssh." Tally sang playfully as he waved his hand in dismissal. "Fuck off and get out of the clouds. Ponce."
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"Okay, Holden, you're gonna go home and fucking breathe. You're gonna hug your kid, fuck your boyfriend, I don't care. And then tomorrow, you get me confirmation that you can get letters from his therapist, teachers, his fucking priest for all I care. Just letters that reflect that Gideon is doing better, he's less damaged but definitely damaged by those fucks."
And that was the main thing that they needed from Holden. For now. "Kian will get us our cop, I'm going to dig on the parents and start working up some paths to take. This is the easy part. We gather, we plan." The most boring part. "When is the custody hearing?"
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Kian watched, smiling a little. Kind of sweet.
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"Yeah, yeah. Stop getting handsy, gay boy." He gently pushed Holden back and sighed, afraid he was going to get emotional or something. "Leave the file with me and go home, yeah? I'll handle it from here."
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"Don't thank me. I'm basically a glorified assistant, I have to do whatever he wants." Within reason. Still, he simply shrugged and got up, holding the door open for their newest client. "Show Mr O'Shea outside, Linda, will you? Call him a cab, it's pissing it down."
With that, Kian closed the door and leaned back against it, smirking at Taliesin. "Damn. What did you do, buy your soul back from the devil?"
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"They're gonna fire me sooner or later. May as well leave a lasting mark before I get pushed out of this world." If he was going to have his livelihood taken away, he'd just have to ruin everyone else's too.
"Oh, the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed." Taliesin practically growled as he started pacing around his office like a furious wolf, waiting for the kill. "Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
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And, yeah, he was aware that he'd have to be careful here not to get outed. Whatever though, he might have abandoned a lot of principles and have dubious morals, but this case... He did like the idea of justice prevailing here. "Still. You've got a soft spot for the Irish lad. It's sweet."
He lifted his water bottle to toast him. "Cheers. I like it. Hard to not fall for the Celtic boys, I know."
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"If they ask, I made you do it. You can save your skin." He still had a career. Tally did not. He was just playing teacher until he could be dismissed.
"I won't dob you in, kid."
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There were so many different shades of homophobia he could get, it was kind of exciting. "See what kind of jury we could get. Holden's educated, anyone elitist might be swayed by that, plus they all fancy themselves liberal. Anyway, I think he's straight women handsome, might score us some points. Non-threatening handsomeness."
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With a smirk, he exhaled smoke. "Non-threatening handsome? Someone has a crusssssh." Tally sang playfully as he waved his hand in dismissal. "Fuck off and get out of the clouds. Ponce."