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[oohforeshadowing]

Let me get back to you, darling.

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[toabsolution]

"I didn't. You want me to tell you when shit happens to me. I know that now."

He spreads out his hands. He's not looking to get fussed at again by them.

[oohforeshadowing]

"You do. You'll know when things happen to me anyway, but would you like me to confirm?"

[toabsolution]

"Rather hear it from you so I know what to do about it," he assures them.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh, darling." They place a hand on their chest. "Are you planning to pursue justice on my behalf?"

[toabsolution]

"Ain't much sense of justice around here," he grumbles softly. "But you're my responsibility, so I'm gonna make sure you're looked after."

[oohforeshadowing]

"You are impossibly sweet, darling."

You're being draped all over again, Jake. Sorry.

[toabsolution]

Jake sighs. Such is his life apparently. He does try and pry them off with one hand.

"You don't gotta do that," he grumbles.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I know, but you will keep hating it," they say gleefully, but then step away with a quick turn on their heel.

[toabsolution]

"Then why do you keep doin' it?"

He tries to make a face, but it's hard when he really doesn't feel it.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Because it's not my job to make your job easier. And you haven't actually asked me to stop."

And sometimes they just like being a little shit for the sake of it.

[toabsolution]

He sighs, throwing back what's left in his glass before getting up.

"Yeah, alright. You need anythin' else from me?"

He still does not ask them to stop.

[oohforeshadowing]

"No, thank you, Jake." They smile slightly. "I'll be seeing you."