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[enarms]

"John Watson's phone. I'm either busy or ignoring you, in which case you'll know who you are. Leave a message."

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[enarms]

[ and there it is, the entire reason he was fighting with Freddie in the first place. ] If you could explain that concept to his royal highness, Prince I'll discharge myself from the hospital whenever I like and you're the one being a prick if you so much as mention it, that'd be wonderful.

I don't know. I got him a birthday present a while ago, I'll deliver that. After that I should probably keep my distance.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Quite a leap, there. [Two people at odds, on different pages, having trysts in alleyways. It's a little beyond her, frankly, and she's not too keen on having that intimate of an understanding.]

Wise.

[enarms]

Sorry you ended up in the middle of this. God knows why he came to you.

[ as for John, there really was nowhere else to go ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

I'm convincingly put together is what I'd like to think. A pillar of sanity in all this madness.

[She's figured as much with John.]

I think I may just try and block out the details.

[She knows Too Much. There is not enough booze.]

[enarms]

I can buy it.

[ --aha. a huff of a laugh. it's not a lot, but it's a laugh, and he's grateful for it. ] I would if I were you.

[nineteenfortyfive]

What you should buy is the alcohol before I start asking questions.

[why why WHY why WHY]

[enarms]

Yes ma'am. Preferences?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Something expensive.

[That's it.]

[enarms]

Something expensive it is. I'll bring it over.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Thanks.

[Now to quietly wager how awkward this will be.]