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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[jumpthegun]

How's it go? A problem shared is a problem halved? Reckon it might work here. I hope sharing takes some of the burden off.

[devoutish]

But not with you. Not the bad.

[No self-sacrifice allowed, Watson.]

Share some of your own good memories of her, if you like.

[jumpthegun]

[Alfie, you are both frustrating and a good friend for it. John struggles to pull up some good memories to cover over the bad ones.]

The first time we talked it was because she was trying to trade her condoms and some other things. I didn't have anything, offered some favors, instead. Told her I was good with my hands as a doctor. It made her laugh.

[devoutish]

I'll bet she did.

[He's almost smiling, on his end.]

[jumpthegun]

Give us one of yours, then. We'll trade back and forth.

[devoutish]

You don't want a lot of mine.

The singing, on the network. I found it again the other day.

[jumpthegun]

[By which, John assumes Alfie means him and Fiona kissing... or doing something more.]

Singing? ... Oh! Right. When you were doing soldier songs. I'd nearly forgotten about that. Here barely two months... too much happens. That was fun. Regular set of crooners the lot of us.

[devoutish]

Those silly party games of yours, those weren't bad. The two of you have good stories.

[jumpthegun]

Her party games were better than mine, as I recall. Your stories aren't bad, though... Huck Finn. And I've got the living version of my best stories here, now. You can check with him if they're true.

[devoutish]

He'll make them sound more mundane, I'm sure.

[jumpthegun]

It's his life, and he's mad. 'Course he thinks it's all mundane.

[The ghost of a smile lifts John's lips for a moment.]

We'll play games again when she gets back. Maybe even cozy up in a bed together when none of us are injured. Get Emily to draw us another fire. That was fine.

[devoutish]

It's less cold now, we won't need to.

[Sorry Watson, he still thinks that was weird as fuck. Necessary, but weird.]

[jumpthegun]

[It's a joke, Alfie. Mostly.]

Thank you for the weather report, Mr. Solomons.

I think I was only gone a day, but has anything important happened?

[Talking of the weather and news.]

[devoutish]

No, nothing. Well, you heard about Rhys, I'm sure.

[jumpthegun]

I haven't really looked at the network.

[There's a small pause as he wrestles with telling Alfie he woke up last night.]

Only just got to a place where I could with my hands like they are. What happened to Rhys? Is he all right?

[devoutish]

He got rid of Jack.

[jumpthegun]

What... how? Mr. Stark?

fudges because I'm not too far into the Rhys thread myself

[devoutish]

There's information on the tablet, if you take a look.

[jumpthegun]

[John sighs.]

Well, I'm glad he's all right, at least. You're none the worse for wear with your own run-ins with trouble, still?

[devoutish]

I'll be all right. Both of us will, eh?

[jumpthegun]

Mm... We'll always be all right, yeah.

[Even when he's very much not, John prefers to put up that front.]

Only way we're going to get out of here. Where are you heading next?

[devoutish]

I think I'll head off on my own for a bit.

[jumpthegun]

[And go...? John knows that pressing the issue is inviting a rebuke from the other man.]

Be careful downtown. Zell sent me a map with the locations of the traps they found down there. I... I dunno how to call it up and send it right now, but you can contact him for it. We were worried about them maybe resetting.

[devoutish]

He should make that public to all of us.

[jumpthegun]

Said he's worried about the Joker getting hold of it and making use of it somehow.