Bringing food for everyone. He showed me this chart about metabolic rates, I couldn't tell you what was on it except that everyone was fucked. So I'm there having this breakdown about how everyone's suffering and I can't do anything to help and he's just like - no, just keep doing what you're doing, finding a cure doesn't mean shit unless people are still alive to be cured.
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voice; cutting it close there heder
that's.]
What? [Blink. Yes even though it's voice she probably can picture his blinky face anyway.] He wants weed.
:3
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Uh-huh. What was the job.
[Why was the job, more like.]
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[Brightly. What a bro, right?]
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Really.
[Not even skepticism, but not really anything else - that is some carefully controlled non-inflection of the sort that means he's burningly curious.]
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[He was witness to those Bad Times, Heather. You may recall he had a rather vocal reaction.]
well, you know what I thought. But it gave me the chance to feel like I could stop it from happening without doing anything dumb.
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Alright. I'll give it to him.
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[Even better since, with William finally getting some, it's a freakin' special occasion.]
I'll see you before the jump.
[She doesn't actually say "stay safe", but it's all there in the tone.]
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[Crap reply but you can bet she's getting kisses. And William is getting a combo of interrogation, flowers, and weed.]