[ it's not completely strange, that rufus would ask for tseng's input on a plan. they've been doing this for years, going back and forth on the finer details and the finicky dependencies of any idea that rufus starts to formulate.
but there's something different about it, this time. something that feels less like an employer asking his subordinate's input on a work task, and more like—like...
not a friend, certainly, but something that might be twice removed from it. one person asking another. it sets tseng on the back foot, makes him pause briefly before he can gather himself enough to answer the question. ]
no subject
but there's something different about it, this time. something that feels less like an employer asking his subordinate's input on a work task, and more like—like...
not a friend, certainly, but something that might be twice removed from it. one person asking another. it sets tseng on the back foot, makes him pause briefly before he can gather himself enough to answer the question. ]
None, sir.