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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[devoutish]

Her words exactly. Fucking hell.

[jumpthegun]

Is it such a bad thing? People seeing the places where you're a decent human being?

[devoutish]

No, no. It's only a problem if how they see it is not how it is.

[jumpthegun]

Have you been telling her you're a bad man so she doesn't get the 'wrong' impression?

[devoutish]

I told her the truth, that's all.

[jumpthegun]

Which is all the worst parts, hmm? Did you tell her about the good parts, too?

[devoutish]

Various things have come up. Good and bad, I suppose, yeah. It's all me, innit.

[jumpthegun]

You're a complicated man, Mr. Solomons. [And yet, they still love you.]

[devoutish]

Did I say that I'm not?

[jumpthegun]

Mm... it's part of the charm, no doubt. [That whole being infuriating thing.] All I can really say is give it a chance with her, mate. No harm in that, and if she knows there's someone else and the things you've done--the sort of man you are--then she can judge for herself whether or not she wants to step into that.

And you can decide if you want to let her after getting to know her better.

[devoutish]

We've decided not to talk about work, actually. She doesn't know because she doesn't want to know.

[Which is fine with him in a situation like this, even though he thinks it's a little naive.]

[jumpthegun]

But she knows enough from you that you're not a saint. That's close enough to knowing.

[devoutish]

Mm. But far enough to pretend not to know.

[jumpthegun]

So, that's a good place for you, yeah?

[devoutish]

Sure. I've got no worries there.

[jumpthegun]

Good. Let me know how it goes, then. If you like her. [Because he'll back off immediately from her, at least for any semblance of romantic interest. He doesn't want to say, but he'll leave the rest of that comment there implied.]

[devoutish]

-- You're interested, yourself?

[jumpthegun]

[He's interested in pretty much every intelligent and interesting woman who gives him the time of day, Alfie. In some capacity.]

Not if you're interested.

[devoutish]

I'm not gonna tell you to keep your hands off, mate.

[jumpthegun]

Consider it my preference. I'd rather play wingman for you than have a go.

[Mainly because he's pretty sure Alfie is going to win 9 times out of 10 if Fiona is any indication.]

[devoutish]

"Wingman"?

[Wat.]

[jumpthegun]

[Right. Planes aren't... terribly big in Alfie's time, probably.]

I mean I'll support you if you're trying to pull. Help you, talk you up.

[devoutish]

["Trying to pull" isn't a familiar term either, but he gets the gist of that one.]

No, no; no need for that. Truthfully, right, I'm the more reluctant one. She showed interest from the start.

[jumpthegun]

[That's even more reason not to compete, as far as John's concerned.]

Then she's interested in you, and I'll let her have that for as long as she's interested.

[devoutish]

Noble man.