"Pra--Pragmatic. Oh, fantastic, I'm glad we finally got some fucking pragmatism around, that's exactly what we needed. Trade one spooky voyeur monster boss out for the embodiment of depression and emotional abuse boss, and now is the time for pragmatism."
Tim wants, desperately, to call it quits. It's too much. It's so much information, and Jon is useless when he's not in the mood for a statement, looking at information and knowledge, trying to impart the myriad strands of things together. Tim's called him out on it before, how much he prides himself on his organization and then falls down on it when he gets in the reeds of all the information.
Part of him wants to have Jon make a statement of it, and he'll research it himself. Talk to Sasha and Martin, be slow and deliberate. He has the time for it now.
He takes a deep swallow of his drink. Stares at Jon. When he sets the glass down, his town is deadpan. "She took it, huh? She in my camp now? This your way of telling me my contract has been terminated, Jon? Do I get a severance cheque?"
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Tim wants, desperately, to call it quits. It's too much. It's so much information, and Jon is useless when he's not in the mood for a statement, looking at information and knowledge, trying to impart the myriad strands of things together. Tim's called him out on it before, how much he prides himself on his organization and then falls down on it when he gets in the reeds of all the information.
Part of him wants to have Jon make a statement of it, and he'll research it himself. Talk to Sasha and Martin, be slow and deliberate. He has the time for it now.
He takes a deep swallow of his drink. Stares at Jon. When he sets the glass down, his town is deadpan. "She took it, huh? She in my camp now? This your way of telling me my contract has been terminated, Jon? Do I get a severance cheque?"