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[jumpthegun]

Concerned friend?

[devoutish]

[Uuuuuuugh FINE]

Royce is bothering me about her too, of course. He disliked her instantly.

[jumpthegun]

Of course, he did. Reckon he'll warm up to her eventually. Like a cat when you get a new person in the house.

[devoutish]

I wouldn't count on that. She's sensitive and he's antagonistic, it's not a good combination. But whatever they've got going on, I would bet that he was the one who started it.

[jumpthegun]

Well, he can deal with it, at least, if you and Claire were enjoying each other's company while you were together. So, that's something.

[devoutish]

That's the stance I do plan on taking. Yes.

Here, you talk to her. How does she seem to you? Too attached? Is she going to get hurt if by some miracle we do get out of here?

[jumpthegun]

She seems practical. [Like Fiona.] I don't think she'll get too attached, but you're a charmer, Mr. Solomons. Who can say?

[devoutish]

Practical? Really?

[jumpthegun]

In terms of skill set and her approach to medicine, very much. The first thing she did here was request medical supplies and checked in with the other medical professionals, myself included. She's got a big heart, but most of us in this field do. She knows how to work with what she has, rather than what she wants.

I fancy that extends to her view on relationships.

[devoutish]

I don't think she's helpless. She does have a good head on her.

[Even if "practical" wouldn't be the first word to jump to mind.]

[jumpthegun]

Are you worried about her getting over-attached? I mean, you know you've got that problem, already, right? Tifa, Duster, Emily, me. I'm looking forward to getting all of you home, but I'll miss you.

[devoutish]

I don't want her wanting things from me that I'm not prepared to give.

[jumpthegun]

I really don't think she's expecting an engagement ring, mate.

[devoutish]

That's not the only thing that women expect.

[jumpthegun]

Alfie, I'm not a mind-reader. If there's something specific you're worried about, tell me what it is.

[devoutish]

There's nothing specific, Watson, and no worries. Only things that I am keeping my eye on.

I like her. I do. But right now, that's where it ends.

[jumpthegun]

[John rolls his eyes and sighs.]

Is that where you want it to end? Because if so, that's probably something you ought to tell her. At the moment, it sounds like you're trying to convince me of something.

I like you, but that's definitely where it ends. Sorry.

[He's teasing because you set that right up, Alfie.]

[devoutish]

[Watson!!!!]

I have told her that that's where it is. She knows that there was another woman.

[And as for where he wants it to end... hell if he knows. He hasn't thought that far ahead, and he honestly doesn't plan to.]

[jumpthegun]

It really seems like you should be set on that front, then. If she knows what she's dealing with, I expect she'll act accordingly.

[devoutish]

And before you ask again, the future is the future. Uncertain.

[jumpthegun]

Alfie, I'm not gonna come club you if you don't marry this woman. Honestly. Do you talk to people at home about the women you fancy at all?

[devoutish]

Not over fucking text.

[Audio, Watson; c'mooooon.]

[jumpthegun]

[Please enjoy another roll of his eyes that you're not privy to, Alfie.]

You're a very needy man, you know that?

[devoutish]

Have you died and lost your voice?

[jumpthegun]

[Well, now you've just given him added incentive to be an asshole.]

Damn, I was going to mention. Suppose you'll see it in the next obits.