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[sneers] The bloke who had me kill you.

[right, well, Sam just spat out the bait] Oh. Right. [shoves his hands into his pockets]

Figured you wouldn't wanna hear it. Can't blame you, really. Takes a bigger man to face his fears, don't it, Tyler?

[shoots him a glare] I don't see how you'd know that, Guv.

[glares right back] Don't you dare try changing the subject on me, Tyler. I'm a bigger man than you'll ever be.

[this laugh isn't a nice one] You're just as much of a coward as I am, Hunt. You just show it differently.

I am not a coward! I've never run from a damn thing in my life, you piece of shit!

[folds his arms and looks at him, level and cold] You drink to run from your pain. You fight and pushed others around because you're afraid of being weak. You shout and hit and manipulate because you're afraid of losing control. You push people away when you're afraid they'll get close, when you're afraid they'll see your weaknesses. When you're afraid they'll hurt you after you let them in. And when you do let them in, you do everything you have to so you can keep 'em in your reign, because you're afraid of being abandoned. You've created a great, big, 'persona' for yourself, Gene. DCI Hunt. The Gene Genie. The Guv, the sheriff. But how much of that is real, huh? How much of it is a front, and how much of that front is there for you to hide behind?

[sneers] I am not afraid, not like you, you snivelling prick. You say I run away? What do you think you've been doing since you came to CID, you piece of shit? You're nothing but lying scum, from the moment you got here, with your 'Hyde' and your 'technology' and your insistence on being part of the team. You never intended on staying and you just used us, all of us, didn't you? Don't you dare point your finger at me and tell me I'm scared when I've done everything to keep you and everyone else in the God-forsaken place safe from those loony bastards!

'Insisted on being part of the team'? Well isn't that a delightful little bit of revisionism? I was only part of the team when what I was saying went along with what you wanted. I was only your second in command when I was willing to heel and obey. I have had to fight for everything I have here, every ounce of respect, every shred of affection, because I have always been and always will be the outsider in your precious little 'team' of lapdogs! You use me, Hunt! You use me and throw me away when you don't want me anymore!

I'm not throwing you away, Tyler! You're the only bloody copper I've worked with who I actually give a damn about!

You don't give a - you d - y -

You what?

I'm not repeating myself.

... That's not fair. I'm trying to talk to you, and then you... you throw something like that out, and now I can't say anything. That's not fair. [sulking? Sam? Never!]

You weren't talking to me, Tyler, you were interrogating me. Treating me like your bloody enemy, when I'm the farthest thing from that you've got. Christ, you're a goon. Would you like a nappy, you bloody baby?

[raises an eyebrow] 'Farthest thing from an enemy,' Guv? What would that be, then? [there is, if you pay attention to the details, something like a smirk hinted in his cold look] Ally? Superior office? Teammate? Partner? Friend?

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[may or may not be pouting (he is)] How's about the bloke who's about to bosh some bloody sense into you?

[and it's a full-fledged smug, entertained, 'I know you care about me' grin] So the last two, then? Aww, Gene. I never thought you'd admit it.

Oh, shut it, you nancy poofter.

Anything for a friend.

...just shut up and grab your coat. We're going to the pub.

[grabs his coat and pulls it on] Yes, Gene. [on the bright side, you made him smile?]

-wait. We can't. You're an eleven year old Japanese school girl.

... [if Gene Hunt facepalmed, he'd be doing it now] Bloody gooks...fine, fine. I need a drink, though, and I don't have my whisky on me. Know anyplace I can get some without breaking the law?

Bar on the Astral Plane. Restocks itself. [totally didn't use that to his advantage one particularly bad night after he died]

The hell did I not know about this? Lead away, Tyler. I need to get pissed.