IC contact [Mask or Menace]

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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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[That he do appreciate it. Since he sleeps a full eight hours and that includes midnight. Jonathan, you seducer of men.]

It's fine—I know how pain that bad can influence. Moods. [Look, he's trying to relate! Getting no pleasure from the confession because he's been there, totally cringing as he speaks.] But thank you for the apology and. If there's anything you need a hand with while we're at work, you can ask me, all right?

[This is probably going to change somewhat in a remarkably short time, but for now? For one glorious Monday? Crane totally has a dog for a gopher, if he needs it. If he wants to exploit it. Aw.]

[restingstitchface]

[Crane's murmur is short - and considerate, since a man who reckons himself a blood hound is there to be used. Will, it's in your nature.

But when he speaks, his tone is cool - it's calm and pretty as a lake, and just as cold underneath. Will's just showing the well-mannered mask society expects. Not pity. Not that he cares.]

That's a generous offer. But I'll be fine. [He speaks with some strain.] Thanks for the consideration.

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[Nine covers of Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) play in the background.

He is trying to be polite, knows that feeling pitied can sometimes be one of the most negative emotions out there. Does he care? Unfortunately, he sort of does. That's also in his nature, whether he likes it or not.]

No problem. You're free to change your mind about it, too. [Generosity blooms, and there's no hint of anything malicious behind it. Will has yet to get any pieces to the puzzle that would make this more than just two coworkers trying to get along. It's not like Will can't fetch (bloodhound and all) two lunches at once, or two drinks from the vending machine, or files, or whatever else.] See you tomorrow then.