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[greatoldjohn]

[in a rather deep voice] "This is John Doe. Please leave your message. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I may respond in text if I'm currently with Arthur. Apologies."

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[pitofguilt]

[ She hasn't had a real friend since she left Seattle. This is... this could be okay. ]

Is saving my life not gift enough?

[greatoldjohn]

[ That gets a firm headshake and a smile. ]

Nah. I do this for me. I don't even know you yet. I didn't do it for you, so it's not a gift. All I did was help you make a decision.

The chocolate is something I'm giving.

[pitofguilt]

[ That doesn't sound right, but it also doesn't seem right for her to push when he's the reason she's still even get to be thinking about it. So she nods, pops the chocolate in her mouth, and closes her eyes. The clock has always been ticking on her life, and on everyone's. Now she doesn't have the threat of infection to worry about, maybe she can relax. ]

It's good. [ The chocolate. ] Thanks.

[greatoldjohn]

[ His grin is lopsided but genuine. ]

I was hoping so. Better it goes to someone who could appreciate it. Look at that: you were willing to give a whole kill and I just gave it away. You valued it more than me.

[pitofguilt]

You valued my life more than me.

[ As if that's even remotely the same. No. It's a way to impress upon him the magnitude of what he's done for her. ]