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[rehandle]

Comments

[klepto]

sure.

[rehandle]

Good. I'll let you know when I'm on my way back. It might be sooner than planned if I don't make it past Quentin's doorman.

[ A fond, familiar sort of resonance to that last. Light humour at somebody else's expense tangible in spite of the lack of tone. ]

[klepto]

who's the doorman?
just so i know where i'm placing my bets

[rehandle]

Kovacs.

[klepto]

small town

[rehandle]

Yeah. Tell me about it.

He was worried about you.

[ Now's as good a time as any to bring this up. ]

[klepto]

you talked about me

[rehandle]

You were asleep for two weeks. Yes I talked about you.

[klepto]

was he the one who told you how to wake me up

[rehandle]

No. But he wasn't happy that I hadn't.

[klepto]

what'd you do chase him off with a slipper?

[rehandle]

I told him I'd handle it

[ Which he did. ]

[klepto]

i'll consider myself grateful that i woke up to one of you instead of both

[rehandle]

[ Hm. This is really not a context in which to abruptly be having Thoughts. ]

Yeah. I really did you a favor there.

[klepto]

tell him hi for me

[rehandle]

Yep. I'll pass it along

See you at breakfast.