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[headjacked]

Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

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[headjacked]

...scary? I don't know about scary, but. Um.

[ He would like to believe that this Jack is a friend. That this Jack was acting in 'self' defense. But he's not quite that stupid.

Quite. There's still a massive part clinging to the first part, anyway. ]

I don't remember you hitting me, I don't -- remember much of anything really, s-so. It's fine? It's fine.

You did what you had to. And I'm okay.

[armoured]

Good.

[He exhales heavily, but he's not just going to let this go.]

You know we're still friends, Rhys, right? I don't think of you any differently and I'm not mad at you at all.

[headjacked]

[ This is when a tie would be good to have, because it's something to fiddle with. As it is, he has to settle with his robot fingers. Fidgeting and weighing every word Al says. ]

...really? You sure?