[He does not mind the bossiness at all, because the moment she changes the topic, he has latched onto one thing he rarely, if ever, uses. Gets to use. Pretends like he would never use, this serious grim guy who has no idea what a smile is unless there is a dog around and no humans to witness it. He lets her finish, naturally, and slides himself along the counter to stand back up, sighing at the minor stretch as he, for all intents and purposes, seems ready to walk the hell out that door right this moment.
Go with the flow.
Follow the boss's advice.
It's a trap. Oh God.]
If you will, then... [A set of knuckles raps against the counter once as he turns to the dog on the floor, still sleeping.] ...better guess I should Will, too.
[He also will probably not.
This is also pretty terrible.
He knows. Okay. He knows. He's getting back into the game, okay? OKAY?]
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Go with the flow.
Follow the boss's advice.
It's a trap. Oh God.]
If you will, then... [A set of knuckles raps against the counter once as he turns to the dog on the floor, still sleeping.] ...better guess I should Will, too.
[He also will probably not.
This is also pretty terrible.
He knows. Okay. He knows. He's getting back into the game, okay? OKAY?]