[Just do it, he thinks, his thumb hovering over the screen. It's Tseng. You've already tasked him with a personal evaluation, which is sure to be mortifying enough. What more is there to be hesitant about? It can't be worse than what you've already invited.]
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[ which is a low bar, admittedly. ]
Did you resolve your strings?
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One of my strings told me that "people need simple joys". If that gives you an idea of what I was putting up with.
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I take it that you disagree.
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[Conspicuously: this is not an answer. It is not confirmation. And it is certainly not a "no".]
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[Just do it, he thinks, his thumb hovering over the screen. It's Tseng. You've already tasked him with a personal evaluation, which is sure to be mortifying enough. What more is there to be hesitant about? It can't be worse than what you've already invited.]
They said it was me. Spending time with me.
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I see.
[ he could lie, he knows. he could lie, and save face, and fracture this fragile, changed relationship between them possibly beyond repair—or. ]
Then I suppose my definition isn't as different as I had previously assumed.
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[And suddenly his earlier comment about hearts getting the worst of it becomes just a tad bit clearer.]
I won't make you tell me who you mean it about.
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Yes, sir.
[ he would say it, if rufus asked. that rufus isn't asking feels like both a blessing and a curse. ]
Have you eaten?
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[Funny how all of their strangely intimate conversations gravitate to that question sooner or later. It's a nice little bit of ritual, really.]
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