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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]

WhatEVER, I have time. I can develop contingency plans.

[devoutish]

Remember you're doing this for me, and if I take you off it, you'll stay off it.

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...you trusted me with the info. Trust that I won't do something stupid, okay? That I can promise.

[devoutish]

No. Because you have a very long history of doing stupid things.

I'm considering letting you do this, but only if you tell me exactly what you're planning. Otherwise, no, you'll tell me where he is and that's it.

[headjacked]

Okay, but you're not my dad.

[devoutish]

And that means what, here?

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It's -- you don't have that saying way back when? It. Just means you can't tell me I can't do something and that's the end of it.

[devoutish]

I very well fucking can, when it's my things and my thief we're discussing.

Rhys, I'm going to say this clearly, so there's no room for misunderstanding. In this short conversation, you have made me decide that I don't want you involved. You have made me regret telling you anything about the situation at all. You have ensured that in the future, you will not be kept in the loop when it comes to things like this. Now, you've irritated me, but you haven't angered me yet. Don't let it get to that point.

[headjacked]

[ Ouch. Ever since Angel got back he's been giddy, walking on sunshine. Now he's stepped on a rake. ]

I just wanted to help, Alfie, but you can't even trust me to gauge the situation if I see the guy and make a plan. I'm a plan guy. I'm not an idiot.

[devoutish]

Well, you've ruined your chances to help now. Congratulations.

[headjacked]

[ thoroughly feeling like a dunce, so no response. the disappointed dad. there is nothing more demoralizing ]

[devoutish]

Rhys, I want your confirmation. You'll stay out of this.

[headjacked]

[ Belatedly, glumly, but truthfully - ]

I'll stay out of it.

[devoutish]

Smart decision.

You are fucking better than this, mate.

[headjacked]

Sure.

[ If he uses anything beyond one word answers he feels like he's going to screw up again. Which is not a ridiculous fear, considering. ]

[devoutish]

This town, it gets to all of us. And you - you need to talk to someone.

[It's not advice that Alfie would give to most men, but Rhys is a touchy-feely dude. He figures it would help him.]

[headjacked]

I talk to a lot of people, Alfie.

[devoutish]

Do you talk about Beckett? Fiona? Angel?

[headjacked]

Sometimes, why?

[devoutish]

Mm. Only wondering.