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[ ...there's a looooong pause. ]

How much do you want me to pretend I buy that? Aside from the fact that lying to me is essentially pointless.

If you pretend, then I can pretend.

And that seems the best possible outcome.

What would the alternative be?

...not saying I've made my decision, just so that we're all clear on our options.

Pressing for information I'm not willing to give you.

That's the only option?

Doesn't seem like much of a choice.

And what's your alternative?

Well, depending on how sensitive you're feeling at the moment, either we continue to chat here or we go someplace, have some tea, curse up a storm for a few minutes getting the frustration out without being at all constructive and then we do something enjoyable after that.

[He doesn't answer for a long time. Minutes tick by.]

Tea would be fine.

No one's here if you'd like to visit, or we can go to the Enclosure or the library or I'll bring a thermos to your room.

The library is fine. I need to exchange some books anyway.

On my way down. Want anything from my flat?

No.

[He heads down to the library, seemingly still "fine." But there is a spider under his collar. She sits there happily, but he has half his attention on her, ensuring that she doesn't get scared and bite.

He walks inside, dropping off his books before he slides his hands into his pockets.]

[ Jon's going to be pouring out tea around when he walks through the door, and his own cup will be placed on the opposite side of the desk from Jon's. ]

If we are going to curse a bit, close the door, will you?

[Henry highly doubts there will be any cursing on his part, but he does close the door and pick up the cup.]

That won't accomplish anything. As I already pointed out.

Of course it won't accomplish anything. It doesn't have to!

But there is some value to be had in loosening the gasket a bit and letting out some steam.

Trixie mentioned the same thing. [He makes himself comfortable.]

And?

You obviously have an opinion about it.

[ The tea, at least, is served. ]

[He shrugs, picking up the cup.]

I have no opinion on it. It's not something I care about getting into the habit of.

...having an opinion?

[He tries the tea.]

Cursing. It's not about opinion. It simply - wasn't allowed. So I am not really in the habit of it.

Except it's an option now. I'd think you'd be raring to give it a try, just to thwart the stupid bloody rules.

Fuck you.

[He calmly takes a drink of his tea, though Jon might sense it, that small flash of fear and tension, expecting a blow or harsh word that doesn't come.]

Happy now?

[ Jon can't help a chuckle. ]

Yes, actually. Though I'd love if you kept going. Get creative with it. that's always fun.

Fun for who?

You have a very strange definition of fun.

How so? What's so strange about enjoying something a bit taboo?

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