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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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[devoutish]

The kind that ended with him cowering on the floor.

[Don't think this is a good thing, Rhys. Alfie is a horrible person.]

[headjacked]

Cowering.

[ It's not like he was hurt, then. So that's okay. Although Greg deserves a punch or five to the face most days, so it sounds like he got off easy. ]

Maybe he'll learn to stop picking fights with everyone he comes across. Maybe all the snow will melt and we'll get a beach party. I'd say those two things are equally likely.

[devoutish]

No. He was back to it once I allowed him to stand up again.

[headjacked]

Yep, that's Greg.

What an asshole, am I right?

[devoutish]

He's been murdered a lot here, yeah?

[headjacked]

Admittedly, I don't know the specifics of all his deaths. He shows up in the obituaries enough, though.

Even I tr-- I sort of-

[ Hmm. Not a comfortable topic, if the way Rhys trails off is any indication. ]

[devoutish]

Went after him yourself once?

[headjacked]

Not intentionally...! Which, yes, I know sounds... off, but.

[ Deep breath. ]

It's a long, loooong story.

[devoutish]

Not one you wanna tell?

[headjacked]

Most of it is public knowledge anyway. Just... kind of depends how much time and patience you have, uh --

[ Name. Name would be good in this blank. ]

[devoutish]

Alfie Solomons.

I have nothing more to do tonight.

[headjacked]

Alfie.

[ This is the cutest most non-threatening gangster name he has ever heard.

Which probably means he is exceptionally dangerous.

Rhys is quiet again, but like he said, public knowledge. It's better coming from him. ]

...there's a man who lives in my head.

[devoutish]

A real man?

[It says a lot about this place, he thinks, that he's taking that admission in stride.]

[headjacked]

You probably define "real" by flesh and blood and all the oogy bits inside, but I don't, so. Yeah. He's real enough.

[devoutish]

He isn't of your imagination, is what I'm asking here.

[headjacked]

Then y-yeah, he qualifies. Specifics are gonna be difficult to explain, but... he can -- could control parts of me. My arm, usually.

And he's fond of strangling people.

[devoutish]

[Huh. The arm that's gone now, he wonders, or the one that's still there?]

And he picked House as a victim one day, did he?

[headjacked]

Yep. Wasn't a random pick, as... as you know.

Still, I never wanted to kill the guy.

[devoutish]

Mm. It's not the sort of choice somebody should make for you, if your heart's not in it.

[Life lessons from Alfie Solomons: if you're going to murder, do it because you want to, kids!]

Is this man still in your head now?

[headjacked]

Yeah...

[ A lot lot LOT happened between the Strangling Incident and now, and although Rhys likes Alfie, by the way his voice breaks it's obvious that he's hesitant to fill in those blanks. ]

Sorry, not sure why I'm dumping all this on you.

[devoutish]

I asked, didn't I? Reason enough.

[But Alfie reads people well, and he hears that hesitation, so he decides not to ask any more. He has no reason to need to know, and he likes Rhys okay; he has no reason to dig or needle at him, either.]

[headjacked]

Sure. Sure.

[ Maybe, when his head is less full of fluff, he can elaborate. For now -- ]

...thanks, Alfie. You're pretty cool.

[devoutish]

And I've avoided arrest, so far.

[Always taking the time to tangentially pick on Steve and Watson.]

[headjacked]

That's how you know you're doing it right.

[ It's a joke, yes? Yes. Yes!! A joke that is followed up with a hellish mechanical screech. ]

[devoutish]

[He's about to confirm that yes, he absolutely knows he's doing it right, when--]

There; what the fuck was that, then?