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[epistemological]

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.

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"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."