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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]

[ Yeah, sorry, you're getting a low, slightly evil sounding chuckle. Can't help it, former Great Old One. It happens. ]

I'll try and spare you if I can.

[pitofguilt]

[ Actually, that's funny and fitting. Natalie smiles, chuckling silently. ]

Sounds good.

[ A pause, in which she hesitates, and then-- ]

Thanks.

[greatoldjohn]

Of course.

[ That's...

They're in this together. He said it and he meant it. But, he can't help but glance over at the file. He wonders if- ]

...none of this makes me want to give up on you.

[ Wry, and a little tired. ]

I'm sure I'll have to prove that. But I'd rather it isn't unsaid.

[pitofguilt]

[ They've known each other less than a month, and he's been her warden for two days, and he's already told her that more times than anyone else ever has. She doesn't know yet how to put in words how that makes her feel, and of course all she wants to do is run away until it passes, but she stays put, nodding, not looking at him. ]

Cool. Thanks for that too.

[ Was her voice a little tight? God she hopes not. ]

I should go. Enjoy my new room some more.

[greatoldjohn]

[ Holy fucking shit, he feels that. ]

I'll see you soon.

[ He's hiding the file and then he's going into his room until Arthur comes home and zooming for his hand. ]

[pitofguilt]

[ And she heads off with a nod, more than ready to just sit alone in her room for a while. ]

[greatoldjohn]

[ He'll let her go... and changes his mind, heading for the wardrobe. Fuck it, he's not waiting. ]