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"Never let it be said the universe makes it easy for us."

He takes a sip as he leans back in the chair.

"Still, I think that's actually the most I've ever seen him get, like. Affected. By the shit we've been trying to explain. I owe you one for that."

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He blinks and looks over at Tim.

"...I nearly had a second breakdown at him, neither of which are his responsibility, and I was largely useless to you during the discussion. You hardly 'owe' me."

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"Is it bad to say that that's honestly the part that I think helped the most?" He can only hope Jon won't be mad at him for it. "I can yell and rave at Jacobi all I want for being an utter cock, but it was only after he was trying to help you with the first one that I saw him actually change his tack. Even if it was for the worse at that point."

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Jon's not mad. He's a little baffled but he's not mad.

"Probably not something we should count on," he says slowly, "but... if it helped, I'm- I'm glad."

He sips at his scotch a little.

"I've been trying not to be so, um, such a, er, 'locked door'."

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"Yes, Jon, I'm going to use regularly shattering you mentally as a therapy technique to help Jacobi develop a bloody conscience," he comments wryly. Come on.

He holds his glass over its mouth, swirling the scotch idly. "It is good that you're trying to be less conceal, don't feel about everything, though. Seems like it's already paying dividends."

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He more wobbles than swirls before he takes his own sip.

"I'm still not very good at it. Ask Martin."

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"You say like I don't," he points out. "Besides, baby steps are still progress. That you're telling people things at all is measurable improvement."

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"Eh," he says, and it's very clearly 'if you say so'. He's not giving himself even an ounce of credit. Especially since it's been coming out in the worst ways.

A breath out.

"How are things, um, going for you?"

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He mimics Jon's "Eh." with a slight grin. "Taylor's working in the spa now, little turd." Said affectionately. "So I'm a part-time babysitter again."

It's not quite what Jon's asking, but it's certainly a change in circumstances.

[epistemological]

"She comes over to play video games on occasion, though not recently. And she's a fan of Winifred, though I've hardly met many people who aren't." a pause.

"Elizabeth wasn't. It was always odd, since she liked to talk and walk."

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"Some people prefer walking and talking without 'mind for when the great gallumphing beast you're dragging along takes a shit'." He says like he doesn't take every opportunity to give Winnie a good long scruffing and smooshes her big soft ears every time he enters Jon's cabin. He was always a cat person, contrary to presumed public opinion, but Winnie has a special place in his heart.

"Still, Tay's got three jobs now, she told me. Probably that might be part of the lack of visits."