Date: 2025-08-10 04:18 pm (UTC)
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Oh, God, no. Glass houses and all that. [ Honestly, Jon dragging her out of that coffin is the only reason she's trying right now. The old her probably would've thought putting him out of his misery was a kindness. ]

It does not. [ She says, shaking her head. Martin will be sorely disappointed that his nap time didn't work out. ]

Wow. [ She tries to bite back the amusement in her tone. It's not... well, it is funny, but the look on Jon's face isn't. He's clearly bothered by the fact that he's behind on emails and has no control over his staff. Which, compared to the off hand way he mentioned another brush with death, is mildly concerning.]

What a dick. [ It's more than clear that this is one the deepest insults she can think of, at least personally. Men are the worst. She stands by that, even if the one currently in front of her induces the tiniest amount of pity.] And good. Fuck it. [ So the cogs of evil turn a little slower in the basement. It's not the worst thing. ] About time you took a page out of the old lady's book.

[ She sighs.] Now, if you're done with your pity party, I say we fuck off early and go get a drink.
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