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I didn't want to do anything without your permission, Beckett. [That's another bone to pick at that hasn't really been addressed between them. He'll let it lie if the vampire doesn't comment on it, though.] And Angel's pointed out to other people that she might not be allowed to do anything unless there's been a request for assistance. If you'll allow it, I'll request that assistance.

[bookofnope]

[A faint sound of surprise, and then a long silence. Beckett was not expecting that. His permission? Maybe Clayton really had left him with a skewed perception of what human doctors are like.]

I... thank you. That is considerate. You have my permission, of course. Much as I'd like to say this is purely my business, clearly that's no longer the case.

[jumpthegun]

Mm.

[Well, he's glad they're both on the same page there.]

I'll let you know what she says, then. In the meanwhile, just try to keep away from people, I guess. Already tried asking her if she'd let me redirect MN scrubbers. No good there.