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[deardirect0r]

Leave a message... likely you'll be ignored, but valiant effort on your part.

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[deardirect0r]

Are you going to track me down so you can inspect my pantry? [Those were nutritionally complete, if not particularly palatable. He doesn't have time to cook fancy meals. lies]

[ghostthatlingers]

I might unless you plan on actually cooking for yourself. You don't need to eat crap all the time. [She's well aware that he ate the leftovers in the fridge, so why he's fighting it, she doesn't know.]

[deardirect0r]

[He ate them... cold, but he ate them. It's not the food or even the cooking, he'd done plenty of that while Carolina was younger, it was... hard to explain. He just wasn't hungry most of the time and when he was, he just didn't want to be bothered.]

You needn't concern yourself. [He takes another bite of salad. See, he's eating god damn 'real food' so stop nagging him about it.]

[ghostthatlingers]

You know that's not going to stop me. [She's keeping an eye on him while she eats. At least half a salad can't be that hard to eat.]

[deardirect0r]

[He frowns thoughtfully and continues to eat.]

How do you plan on dealing with York and the others?

[ghostthatlingers]

[And now it is her turn to be evasive.]

I'll figure it out. It's not your problem.

[deardirect0r]

Perhaps, but I am involved none the less. [He looks at her over the rim of his glasses. If you think he'll go any easier on this than you on his eating habits...]

[ghostthatlingers]

Good for you. [She's stubborn and matches the look he's giving her for a moment before continuing.] I'm going to talk to York tomorrow, after he's had a chance to cool off.

[deardirect0r]

Preferably in a manner that precludes the chance for physical assault.

[ghostthatlingers]

[Her eyes narrow.]

He won't get that chance again. I'm going to send him a message, not show up on his doorstep unannounced.

[deardirect0r]

Are you armed?

[Not that he encourages you to shoot the bastard if he so much as looks at you funny... but he would totally encourage it, if he thought he could get away with it.]

[ghostthatlingers]

What do you think?

{Would she really have spent long without a weapon? She'd feel too naked walking around with nothing to defend herself.]

[deardirect0r]

Good.

[It's always best to make sure rather than to make an assumption.]

[ghostthatlingers]

[There's a brief period of silence as she pokes at her salad. When she speaks next, her words are deliberate and quiet.]

Promise me you'll take care of yourself wherever they throw you.

[deardirect0r]

[He's quiet. He shouldn't promise her anything, it isn't a promise he can keep and she shouldn't care. She isn't... why does she have to be so achingly close to what she can't ever be.]

I will.

[He's not sure if it's the truth or a lie, all that matters is that she believes him.]

[ghostthatlingers]

[She doesn't believe him, but she'll let it slide, if only because she can't be there to make sure he is taken care of.]

You better keep me updated on everything. I don't care how you do it and if you get in over your head... Just tell me, okay?

[deardirect0r]

You'll be the first to know anything.

[He pushes his partially eaten salad off to the side, appetite gone.]

Was there anything else you needed from me tonight?

[ghostthatlingers]

[She shakes her head.]

No. Is it safe to message or call you or are they going to be monitoring that more closely?

[deardirect0r]

Best to assume they're monitoring for now. [He gets up to leave.]

Still, if you need anything don't hesitate.

[ghostthatlingers]

The same goes for you. I'll be working on getting some things set up that should help. [Like a safe house.]

I'll take care of the check.