Despite himself, he half-coughs a laugh at her cut-off statement. "I trust that wasn't going to end with 'their dick'."
(Ohhh yeah. Self-censoring is way, way off right now.)
The offer to help-- to actually help-- gets him to open his eyes again, try and focus on the screen. "...have we met?" he asks cautiously. "I mean-- I mean, I appreciate the offer. I really do-- we have to... we have to find some way to work with each other, help each other, but... at the moment I just got blindsided by someone I-- trusted-- sort of-- and I'm not..."
Paul trails off, so tired. He wants to sleep. Has to keep that handkerchief there though, for now.
"...no offense, but how would you do the protecting? --let me guess, you're a superhero or got magical powers or..."
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Despite himself, he half-coughs a laugh at her cut-off statement. "I trust that wasn't going to end with 'their dick'."
(Ohhh yeah. Self-censoring is way, way off right now.)
The offer to help-- to actually help-- gets him to open his eyes again, try and focus on the screen. "...have we met?" he asks cautiously. "I mean-- I mean, I appreciate the offer. I really do-- we have to... we have to find some way to work with each other, help each other, but... at the moment I just got blindsided by someone I-- trusted-- sort of-- and I'm not..."
Paul trails off, so tired. He wants to sleep. Has to keep that handkerchief there though, for now.
"...no offense, but how would you do the protecting? --let me guess, you're a superhero or got magical powers or..."