Theoretically, your eyes are better than ours, too, hey?
[Diego thinks the guy that decided bouncing dots when people were typing was a good idea needed to be punched in the face. He hates watching that happen, every time it happens, no matter who he's texting when it does.]
Well, you've got more tact than I do, then. But I guess that's not a hard bar to step over.
All right, I'll meet you at the Porter in Jeopardy. That's where we're looking, by the way. I...don't think I mentioned that.
Oh, and Derek? There's ghosts all over the city right now. Just fyi.
At night, yeah. In the daytime, they're pretty much the same.
If we'd been having this conversation in person, I wouldn't have had as much tact, because then at least you'd have been able to see me fighting the shit-eating grin and you'd have known it was a joke.
I don't know Jeopardy very well, fair warning. I've only been there once and I wasn't really paying attention to the surroundings.
[ There's a long pause, then, as Derek deflates again.
[And this time, he's just glad he wasn't in person for that one. He's still not really okay from that encounter, or Chloe having witnessed any part of it, or him after it, either.]
Great. Well, at least I can try to mentally prepare on the way over.
[ There's another pause as Derek starts to get himself ready, changing out of lounging clothes and into a pair of jeans, a shirt he doesn't really care that much about ruining, and a jacket.
Should he ask or should he leave it alone...? ]
If you want to talk about it, I'm listening. If you don't, I never asked.
[He can't even be objectively appreciative of the sentiment-- it begs too much toward a raw openness he isn't usually apt toward. So he doesn't even respond to that, and lets the silence speak for him instead.]
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[Diego thinks the guy that decided bouncing dots when people were typing was a good idea needed to be punched in the face. He hates watching that happen, every time it happens, no matter who he's texting when it does.]
Well, you've got more tact than I do, then.
But I guess that's not a hard bar to step over.
All right, I'll meet you at the Porter in Jeopardy.
That's where we're looking, by the way. I...don't think I mentioned that.
Oh, and Derek?
There's ghosts all over the city right now. Just fyi.
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If we'd been having this conversation in person, I wouldn't have had as much tact, because then at least you'd have been able to see me fighting the shit-eating grin and you'd have known it was a joke.
I don't know Jeopardy very well, fair warning. I've only been there once and I wasn't really paying attention to the surroundings.
[ There's a long pause, then, as Derek deflates again.
Fantastic. ]
Of course there is. I'll see you soon.
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It's okay, I know it well enough, I work here so... I'll just meet you at the Porter and we'll go from there.
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Question: are these ghosts supposed to be people we know?
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[And this time, he's just glad he wasn't in person for that one. He's still not really okay from that encounter, or Chloe having witnessed any part of it, or him after it, either.]
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[ There's another pause as Derek starts to get himself ready, changing out of lounging clothes and into a pair of jeans, a shirt he doesn't really care that much about ruining, and a jacket.
Should he ask or should he leave it alone...? ]
If you want to talk about it, I'm listening. If you don't, I never asked.
[ That should do it, right? ]
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[He can't even be objectively appreciative of the sentiment-- it begs too much toward a raw openness he isn't usually apt toward. So he doesn't even respond to that, and lets the silence speak for him instead.]
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[ Hint taken. ]