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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

It won't be. Not until you're away from him, Harley. Is there anyone else with you, at least?

[Someone who could feasibly step into the middle of things if they go too far south before John can get there.]

[clowngirl]

Theeee pink guy? Fuschia?

And Lou, too.

[jumpthegun]

Magenta. [Great... someone who hates him. Deservedly so, but...

'You might want to rethink your definition of deserved,' Sholto offers mildly.]

Okay. Well, I'll be here. Take care of yourself and Lou, Harley.

[clowngirl]

You too, and Mrs. Dr. Watson. Stay alive, 'kay?

[jumpthegun]

We'll do our best.

[That's all the honest reassurance he can offer in a place like this.]

Goodnight, Harley. Keep warm.