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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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[greatoldjohn]

...which just means you're trying to figure out how close to the line you can get. Misty, that sounds even worse.

[citizendetective]

No.

[She snaps, pushing herself to her feet.]

It means I'm trying to figure out if you think I already have.

[greatoldjohn]

[ He just looks back at her. ]

In some ways, yes.

But I also don't think that means you should be separated. Relationships are more than just hurt or not hurt.

What you choose to do today is different from what you chose to do in your world or your time here before now. I'm not holding anything against you, Misty.

I said what I said knowing what I know.

And I know she's your Team. And that makes it so much more complicated.

[citizendetective]

Tell me what you think I did that hurt her.

[She needs to know where they stand; needs to know where his mindset does and doesn't line up with Pagan's. Needs to know what he knows, period.]

[greatoldjohn]

You mean what it says you did in her file?

[citizendetective]

What it says in her file, or anything you may have heard elsewhere.

[did you or did you not hear about the drug thefts]

[greatoldjohn]

Do you not know what you've done with her? To her?

What do you think you've done that might be harmful to her?

[citizendetective]

Why don't you just answer the question, John?

[greatoldjohn]

Because I don't want to.

I'll tell you where I stand with you; I thought I had.

I'll tell you what I think if you're concerned about something you've done.

But I'm not sharing anything from her file. That's a boundary I'm putting in place right now.

[citizendetective]

Fine, then; tell me about anything that's not from the file.

[greatoldjohn]

I know that you took her around, breaking into rooms and stealing drugs and alcohol from them.

I don't know why but I can guess.

[citizendetective]

[Her face shifts, turning more subdued, and she nods.]

Right. I was wondering if anybody had told you about that.

[greatoldjohn]

I have a lot of time to read.

Is there something you think I should know about all of that?

[citizendetective]

That I wasn't trying to hurt her.

[But there's a reflective quality to her tone that suggests that she's at least partially aware that she sort of had anyway.]

[greatoldjohn]

[ A sigh. ]

I didn't think you were. Even though yes, I think... it didn't help.

[citizendetective]

Well, I want you to know that I would never try to hurt her. I've only ever tried to help.

[greatoldjohn]

I knew that.

I can't imagine you ever wanting to hurt her on purpose.

[citizendetective]

[Misty's body language relaxes, albeit only just a little. Still, she moves to sit down again, her eyes straying back to that picture on the wall as she does.]

Well. It's appreciated.

[greatoldjohn]

[ He might just try to block her view again and sloooowly lead her back to the white wall. ]

It's clear you feel passionately about her, Misty. The one promise I can make to you is this: I will never assume that you mean to harm her or make things worse for her.

Even if you do, even if something goes wrong or you do something that does hurt her, I'm never going to assume you meant to hurt her.

If we fight, it will be because we disagree on how to help her.

[citizendetective]

Okay...

[She says, leaning to the side in an attempt to see around him. Let her look at the weird painting in peace, please!]

But if we disagree, I don't think it's fair to expect me just to back down.

[greatoldjohn]

[ Ugh, fine. He'll move out of the way. He's stepping in if your ears start bleeding. ]

I never expect you to back down, Misty.

But if we disagree, don't expect me to back down either.

[citizendetective]

So we're just going to fight over her? And, what is that painting, anyway, John?

[greatoldjohn]

I assume we will at some point. Both of us care too much not to.

[ He turns back to look at the mural covering the wall. ]

And that is... where I came from. Or as close as paint can show.

[citizendetective]

Oh, that's true; anger is her love language.

[You just keep telling yourself that, Misty. She stands again, walking over so that she can get a good look at it up close.]

And mine is acts of service!

[greatoldjohn]

[ He already doesn't agree with that. But it's already clear to him that he needs to help her find out what her love language is. How to express how she feels and what matters to her. ]

That makes sense to me.

[ He is watching her, just in case. What he is, what he's been, even touching it can warp human minds. And what he is isn't unconnected from what he was, and what he was wasn't unconnected from where he reigned.

...he hadn't really planned on leaving it uncovered with bookshelves. Or hosting so soon. ]